Eleven

Yesterday was unfair. I still hadn't forgotten about his punishment. Little does he know, a storm is coming.
I have an hour until his class. Professor Anderson is out today so class is cancelled. It allows me time to catch up on some projects.
Sitting at my desk, I begin to sketch out a woman with horns in her head. I plan on inking it after it's finished.
Just then, my phone buzzes next to me. The contact reveals my mother's name.
It's been a couple days since I've talked to her. I answer the call and greet her.
"How is everything?" She exclaims. I can imagine her smiling with her rosey cheeks.
"Great." I reply with a grin. I keep the phone pressed against my shoulder and my ear as I draw. "What about you and dad?"
"Well, we just returned from one of our church events. Today we held a fundraiser for the children's hospital." She sweetly informs.
I smile. "That's amazing. Was it fun?" I switch shoulders to rest my phone against.
"Oh, yes. We held a bake sale and I got to sell my chocolate chip cookies." Her voice squeaks. She then adds, "Enough about me, though. How have you been? Meet any boys?"
I gasp as the phone slips from my shoulder. It lands on my sketchbook with my mother calling out from it faintly.
I quickly fetch the phone and press it back against my ear. After clearing my throat, I reply, "No. I've been focusing on studies."
Oh yes, you've been studying real hard with Dean, Rosie.
"Nothing wrong with that, sweetie. I'm so proud of you. Look at you, working hard in school and not letting boys get to you. You never fail to amaze me, darling." Her voice becomes soft and gentle.
I stop sketching. "Yep, that's what I've been doing, just working on homework and studying." I lie. It's harder than it should be with Dean around. That's the one detail she definitely can't know.
"Well, keep up the good work. I have to go now. Love you."
"Love you." I click the phone off and sigh.
She has no idea what I've been up to. She doesn't have a clue about Dean and what we've done...Twice.
I know that if she found out that I was having sex with a twenty-five year old man before marraige, she'd never look at me the same way again. I would dissapoint her.
Fortunately, she doesn't know and she never will. I just feel awful for hiding it. It's not like I have a choice anyway.
I rise from my seat while shaking the thought from my mind. I'm going to Dean's class soon, I should prepare myself now.
Listening to my thoughts, I walk over to my dresser and open the first drawer. Yesterday, I had stopped at a little store. I wanted my revenge to be perfect. This definitely does the job.
* * *
Walking down the hall to Dean's class, I notice people staring at me. Women glare at me while men gawk with their tongues hanging out. It's not out of the norm, but it's more than what I'm used to now.
For Dean's revenge, I put on a tight black dress that reach my mid-thighs. The top supports my breasts up high, allowing them to look larger. Just below the hem of the dress, are black mesh stockings with my black thigh-high boots beneath them. I've even applied sultry eye makeup as a bonus.
Beneath my outfit is a set of black lingerie. I wore a corset with a thong and a garter that attaches to rings around my upper thighs. The garter is wrapped around my waist just above my underwear line.
He's going to go crazy.
When I walk in, Blake's jaw drops when he spots me. I sit next to him with a satisfied grin. I'm so ready to sabotage Dean.
"Whoa," Blake glances down my body. His eyes meet back with mine as he adds, "Who's the new Sandra Dee?"
I smile at him. "Oh, it's just a little something I'm experimenting with." I glance at Dean, who is watching me.
While sliding out of his jacket, he declares, "Well, maybe you shouldn't."
I frown. "What are you trying to say? That I look awful?"
"Definitely not." He replies quickly. "You look...stunning. .and that's the problem." He slips his jacket off his arms and wraps it around my shoulders.
I huff while shaking the jacket off of me. "What I wear is not a problem. And it is definitely none of your business." I hand him his jacket.
His eyes search the room. "Please take the jacket." He murmurs.
"I don't have to listen to you, Blake." I snap like a child.
His expression falls into anger. "Take the damn jacket." He hisses through his teeth.
I fold my arms. "I'm not fighting with you on this." I growl.
"What are you doing?" Dean startles me.
I glance at him and smirk. "Just waiting for you to start class." I reply innocently.
His jaw clenched before he glared at me. He then turns around and jumps into yesterday's lesson.
Blake sits silently next to me. It's easy to tell that I've pissed him off. He's so ridiculous. He can't just act like my boyfriend and expect me to play along. What a fool.
As Dean rewinds on the lesson, butterflies fly in my stomach with excitement as I begin my plan. Oh Dean, the outfit was just the beginning.
Slowly, I widen my legs to reveal him my thong.
At first, he's completely oblivious while discussing equations.
"If you subtract the number by-" His eyes glance down, stepping right into my trap. He swallows hard. "Uh-then-"
A small laugh escapes my throat. I shut my mouth to conceal it.
He forces his eyes away and continues.
I cross my legs together, closing the scene.
What's wrong Dean? Are you a little distracted?
I smirk and bite my thumb nail teasingly. He shoots a glare at me with warning.
I ignore his silent threat and open my legs again.
His eyes draw back down to me again faster this time. A smile slips my lips.
"Okay, and that's a wrap." He cuts into his review. "You guys already know how to do this lesson. Just finish your work if you need to." He walks to his desk.
One point for Rosie.
My phone buzzes once in my purse. I pull it out to see a message from Dean. My eyes move up at him. He currently is glaring at me.
The message reads, "That kinda behavior gives you punishment, you know?"
I reply, "Only if you can catch me. Did you really think that I was going to let you have all the fun?" I smirk up at him.
His eyes meet mine after he reads the text. He then lowers his gaze back down to his phone. "Well played, Miss White. Just know that I am an opponent in this game too and I can be quite the competition. Remember, you started this, so no complaining."
"Challenge accepted, Mr. Collins. But, I'll have you know that you're playing with fire."
"Is that so? Stay after class. We'll see what I can light with this 'fire' I'm playing with."
I glance up at him. He licks his lips before breaking the gaze.
Maybe I just made things worse for myself. Maybe I didn't. But this game we're playing is fun and I'm about to show him that I can't be tamed.
* * *
Once again, I'm alone in his class again on a Wednesday afternoon this time. He thinks he has tricks up his sleeve. Please, he can look, but he can't touch. I know I said we shouldn't be intimate, but that doesn't include teasing. I'm still seeking my revenge. The plan is absolutely devious and despicable. I feel like a mad genius.
I sit on top of my desk with my legs crossed together. My hands support my weight behind me.
He stands a few feet away from me, his arms folded and his eyes glaring.
I cock my head to the side. "What's wrong, Dean?" I playfully pout. "Didn't enjoy the show?"
He shakes his head at the ground with a smile. He glances up at me and replies, "That was risky. You know what I'm going to have to do, right?" He inches towards me with his hungry eyes.
"You're going to do nothing." I object while standing on the desk. I look down at him and smile. "I won't let you."
He raises his eyebrows while looking amused. "Really? And what makes you think that I can't get you anyway?"
I suck my lips in to think about it for a second. "Because I'm good." I smirk while lowering my strap off my shoulder.
He watches me without moving.
I slowly slide the other strap off. "Oops." My thumbs slide into the side of my dress, just below my shoulders. I pull it down gradually, rocking my hips side to side for my access. I smile as it falls off my hips and onto the desk, pooling around my boots.
He shakes his head while keeping his eyes on me, admiring my lingerie. He swallows hard and says, "And you say I can't touch you?"
Oh, the pain in his eyes are delightful.
I nodd my head while smiling.
This has definitely been a win for me this time. That'll show him.
"Fine." He replies sharply. "Then I have an idea."
Wait, what?
He unbuckles his belt and slides it off of him.
What is doing? Is he getting undressed? Does he plan on using that on me? As if. I won't let him. I fold my arms stubbornly.
While holding the belt in his right hand, he grabs my hips and tosses me over his shoulder. I laugh as he moves across the room towards the blackboard.
He sets me back on my feet against the wall, just beneath the American flag. He then fetches both of my wrists and tightens the belt around them to the flag pole.
I glance up at my tied wrists. I was not expecting this.
"You think you can stop me from touching you?" He raises his eyebrows while unzipping his pants. "Think again."
Butterflies come back to my stomach. Crap! I want him so bad, but I have to stay strong. I tug on the pole only for it to not budge. It's on there good.
He slides his thumbs into the sides of my thong and pulls them down.
I do want this. Yes. Why fight it?
I squirm, wanting more from him, craving his touch.
He slides out of his jacket and tosses it on his chair. He then loosens his tie and pulls it off his neck before wrapping it around my mouth and tying it to the back of my head tightly. "I don't think you're allowd to speak after today's behavior. First, you distracted me during class while wearing inappropriate clothing for all the boys to see, then you tease me in lingerie and claim that I can't touch you." He shakes his head. "Oh, Miss White. What a bad girl."
I bite onto the tie, causing my mouth to slightly stay open.
My lower abdomen tickles with excitement. I push my thighs together to relieve the torturing crave.
He unbuttons his white shirt slowly and slides them down his arms until they're completely off. I watch him toss it onto the chair with his jacket.
His muscles are exposed now. His dark skin is tight against them. My eyes draw down his built abdomen until they stop at his pants line. They're low enough for a V to be riding up from it.
Oh dear God.
His hand gently places on the side of my head. He then runs his hand down my neck and down my body. "I really do enjoy seeing you in lingerie. Don't let anyone else but me see you like this."
My heart pounds as I desire for him to be in me.
"I told you I'm a rough player." His hands grip each side of my hips. "Make one noise, and I'll spank you for every sound you make."
I breathe heavily against the tie. This is hot.
He quickly lifts me from underneath my thighs and wraps them around his waist. He impales me with one thrust.
My back is completely against the wall. His body presses mine against it.
Another thrust causes me to tilt my head up. I swallow a moan and close my eyes.
Another thrust. And then another. A moan escapes my mouth, betraying me. I open my eyes.
"That's one spankin' so far." He murmurs and thrusts into me again.
I close my eyes and exhale.
How am I not suppose to make any noise?
He thrusts again. I cry out against the tie.
"Two spankin's." He thrusts into me.
The build up begins and I know that I won't be able to stay quiet.
Another thrust causes my body to build up even more. It's painful to keep quiet. My lower abdomen craves release now.
Another thrust.
"Ah!" The word slips into the tie.
"Three spankin's." He keeps count breathlessly.
Another thrust. The build up is at its peak.
Another thrust.
I cry out while pushing my head against the wall.
"Four spankin's." He groans with his last thrust.
I collapse onto him with a whimper.
"Five spankin's." He whispers while resting his head on my shoulder breathlessly.
I pant and close my eyes. I still owe him spankings.