He stopped to let his message sink in. I swear, I could hear him cackle behind his surly smirk.
My entire body was throbbing hot, burning up with anger but drunk with desire.
So, Ms. Amberly, Priss
isnt that what youre called? Take off the smock. I hesitated still, but when I reached for the buttons on the long denim shirt, he added. Oh, but why stop with the smock. You might as well strip down to nothing. I want a good look at your pretty blonde pussy.
To punctuate his point, he pulled an item from his bottom desk drawer and slapped it across the center of his desk.
My eyes opened in horror as I gazed at a leather paddle. It had a sturdy wooden handle and a round, smooth business end a little larger than a ping pong paddle. I immediately thought about Hayley and Ramonas story o
