My Special Punishment

Episode two

I pushed the door open and scanned the room.

The panel was seated across the long table, staring at me like what I'd done was that big of a deal. The Oakcrest logo hung on the wall, like any of us needed reminding where we were.

The faces were familiar, so this should've been a breeze. I'd promised the Class President, Aldridge, a favor after school, and he'd let me go.

Except he wasn't in his seat.

Someone else was.

What the f**k?

He sat at the head of the table like he'd been there his entire life. Straight-backed, one arm resting on the table, the other at his side. Completely still.

He was a senior, but he looked older than the other seniors. Tall. I could tell even while he was seated. Broad shoulders and huge, muscular arms that filled his shirt properly. Dark hair, neatly kept. A jaw that looked like it had been chiselled carefully just to give girls problems.

He had the kind of face that was almost unfair to exist in the same room as other faces. Even his uniform looked good on him. The top buttons were undone, revealing just enough of his chest to make me genuinely want to see more.

He was older than the other seniors at our school. And older than me, obviously. There was a pretty big gap.

That's one fine piece of man.

He was, objectively, the most attractive person I'd ever seen in real life.

I sat down.

The principal started talking. Something about Aldridge. I only caught enough to understand that the former president had been removed for misconduct and this ridiculously good-looking stranger had replaced him.

Julian Smith.

The new Student President.

I was barely listening anymore. I was busy deciding something much more important.

Julian Smith was going to be my Ultimate level.

If I could f**k a guy like this and wrap him around my fingers, screw the bucket list. It would be my biggest escapade yet.

He'd leapfrogged my entire list in approximately thirty seconds.

I shifted in my seat, crossed my legs, and waited for him to look at me.

They always did.

When he finally did, I flashed him a charming smile. It always made them fold.

He looked back at the principal.

No reaction.

Okay.

It was obvious he wasn't going to hand it to me easily.

That made it more interesting.

I tried again. I leaned forward slightly, rested my chin in my hand, caught his eye on purpose, and held it.

He maintained eye contact for exactly as long as he wanted.

Then he returned his attention to the principal.

Wow.

He really wanted to play hard to get.

I was ready for him.

The principal finally wrapped up with some boring speech about Scarlett Vega and her persistent disregard for Oakcrest regulations.

Typical.

This wasn't my first disciplinary session, and it wouldn't be my last either.

Then came the part that mattered.

Julian was being assigned personal oversight of my disciplinary sessions.

He said it himself, calm and matter-of-fact.

"I'll handle her sessions directly."

I almost smiled.

Handle my sessions directly.

Sure, Julian.

We could call it that for now.

I followed him out of the disciplinary room with the I-know-how-this-will-end energy.

Let's see how much of that composure he could keep when I had his d**k in my mouth.

He'd definitely fold.

They all did.

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His office was in the administrative wing, along a quiet hallway far from the student corridors.

Better.

At least no one would hear us.

He walked ahead of me and didn't look back once to check if I was following.

So he was really going to act like the hottest girl in college wasn't following him to his office?

Okay.

We'd see about that.

He held the door open for me.

I entered with my back to him, close enough that my butt brushed against him.

Still no reaction.

Don't worry.

Just give me time.

I'm about to give him his biggest surprise yet.

The office was nothing like Aldridge's. Everything was neat, organized, and exactly where it belonged.

Apparently, the new President liked things under control.

Julian went behind the desk, sat down, and picked up my file.

He started reading.

I wasn't listening.

My eyes wandered to his undone buttons and the broad chest beneath his shirt.

In my head, I was already undressing him.

I imagined walking toward his desk, taking my time, watching that perfect composure finally crack.

Then I imagined myself stripping in front of him.

He'd stare.

He'd want me.

He'd finally give in.

Easy.

I walked slowly toward his desk in my fantasy. He watched me, his eyes running over my body.

I climbed onto the desk and crossed my legs.

"Mr. President. You're not done reading. Go ahead. I'm listening."

"You-you can't ju-"

No way.

It was actually working.

I had a senior stuttering over my presence.

"You wanted to say something?"

I uncrossed my legs and parted them, making sure he could see everything.

His gaze widened.

He turned his chair to face me properly.

His d**k was hard now.

Fuck yes.

I did it.

Ultimate level checked.

I slipped a finger inside myself and fingered myself while holding his gaze.

He watched me.

I could see the lust in his eyes.

I grabbed my breast with my other hand, fondling it.

"Mr. President, are you gonna sit there watching or do something about me?"

He got up, unbuckling his belt. His erection pushed against his pants like it wanted to rip through them.

"Yes. Just like that. Come f**k me."

Then a voice interrupted.

It sounded low at first, then grew louder.

"Miss vega. Miss vega!"

I opened my eyes.

What the hell?

I was still standing across from him.

Julian was behind the desk, watching me.

I looked down.

My hand was between my legs.

What the actual f**k?

I'd just daydreamed and fingered myself in front of Julian.

And he was still watching me.

I should've been embarrassed.

But I wasn't.

Why would I be?

Wasn't that the whole point of coming to this office?

To have my way with him?

So f**k it.

Let him watch.

I took off my shirt and grabbed my breast, playing with my already hard n****e. I continued slipping my fingers in and out while holding his gaze, searching for an expression.

Still nothing.

I crossed over to his desk and sat on the edge. I parted my legs and continued touching myself.

He was watching my face.

Only my face.

He never once lowered his eyes to my body.

And that was the frustrating part.

Why wouldn't he just crack for me?

Then he stood up.

I stopped.

There wasn't even a reaction I could read on his face. He wasn't hard. Nothing.

He crossed the room and locked the door.

Then he walked back to where I was sitting and grabbed me by the neck, yanking me from the desk and pressing me against the wall.

"You're that type of girl, huh?"

His voice was low and controlled.

"You love playing games, right?"

He paused.

"So let's play."

For the first time, I wasn't sure who was playing who.

He turned me over, pinning my hands behind me.

He raised my skirt and spanked me hard.

A moan escaped me.

He spanked me harder and pressed his mouth against my ear. I could feel his d**k against me.

"How do you like that, b***h?"

"Mm, Daddy. I love it."

It escaped my mouth before I could stop it.

I didn't know what was going on.

He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. I whimpered. His hands were so big he could cup them completely, leaving marks on my skin.

He pushed my legs apart and slipped two fingers inside me.

I was already wet.

I tried to suppress it, refusing to make a sound.

"Don't try to hide it," he whispered.

Shit.

He was getting to me.

And the worst part was that he knew it.

He fingered me aggressively, and my legs twitched with each thrust. I didn't realize when I started moving my hips to match the rhythm of his fingers.

My moans grew louder.

I couldn't stop them anymore.

He pulled me by the hair toward the couch and sat down, undoing his belt.

"You wanted this, right?"

His eyes held mine.

"Now you'll have a taste of it.”

I froze.

Before I could think, Julian reached down and pulled out his d**k.

My eyes widened.

It was much bigger than Ryan's, and it terrified me.

Oh, f**k.

He didn't give me time to react before he grabbed my head and brought me toward his d**k.

I opened my mouth instinctively as he pushed it inside.

He plunged my head down his shaft, and I choked on it. I pulled back, trying to catch my breath.

He grabbed my neck and lowered my head again, pushing deeper.

I gagged a second time and pulled away, spitting out the saliva that built up in my mouth as I tried to catch my breath.

He didn't even allow me to catch it.

He picked me up and positioned me on the couch, wrapping his tie around my neck as he penetrated me.

I let out a sharp cry as he pushed his full length inside me without warning.

He spanked me.

"Shut up and take it like a good girl."

He started f*****g me, increasing his pace instantly and I genuinely felt like he was going to rip something inside me with each thrust.

Everything went blurry. I couldn't breathe properly. All I could hear was the sounds of our bodies slapping each other. And it kept getting louder as he went even faster.

He spanked me again, yanking the tie around my neck.

I felt like I was going to pass out. My eyes stung and a few tears dropped down my cheeks before I could stop them.

I wanted him to slow down. I wanted to say something, anything, but my mouth only hung open. Not even a sound came out.

He didn't stop even when I started shaking. He held my head down on the couch and kept pounding me.

I climaxed hard, and he still kept going until I collapsed against the couch, breathing hard.

He slapped my ass.

"Good girl."

I couldn't get up.

I just lay there, still shaking, trying to catch my breath.

Julian disappeared into his office bathroom to clean up, and I was still there.

My body ached. My legs were heavy. My ass cheeks were sore from the spanking, and I could barely sit properly.

He came out of the bathroom completely dressed and composed.

"Go into the bathroom and freshen up. Then leave. Your next punishment is Friday."

What? That was it?

I was still trying to process everything, and Julian was already back to reading his files like we'd spent the last hour discussing school regulations.

I picked up my shirt and headed to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back at me.

My hair was a mess, my face and neck were red, and my skirt looked like it had been rough-handled.

What the f**k just happened?