Everyone has left the classroom. Everyone except me. I sit in my desk patiently, watching him as he shuts the door. The room is completely silent now. I have English in an hour. This better be quick.
Striding back towards me, he locks his eyes with mine, his expression dull and loaded with agitation. He stops in front of me with his hands folded on his lower back. He seems so sharp and tall in his dark blue suit.
I lower my head. Maybe I was too rough on him earlier. I shouldn't have said that. He's been so kind and secure to me. Why would I take advantage of that?
Maybe I'm also upset about us. I'm upset that we can't be together. However, I know it's for the best and I know that he's got to be aware of that. I'm sure he loves his job more than he does being with me.
Either way, there should be no reason for what I said. Then again, he was acting childish. He wouldn't listen to me. He just kept going off and arguing with me. What else was I suppose to do?
"Look at me." His low voice demands sharply.
I watch my fingers tap on the desk. I don't want to look at him. I'm feeling a lot of things right now and anger is one of them.
"Look at me, Miss White." He demamds again, his voice a bit louder.
With an exhale, my eyes meet his. He watches me for a moment.
"Your behavior today was unacceptable." He leans back until his fingers meet the edge of his desk. He waits for my response.
I stare at him. The light from the window casts over his left side of his body and part of his face. His skin glows from the sunlight, the other half darkens to one color in the shadows.
"I didn't mean it like that." I object.
He tilts his head. "Then what was it like? What were you trying to say?" His eyes narrow. "Because I think you meant every word. Is that what you think of me? A child?" His voice grows.
Oh no, he's really angry now. I didn't know I upset him this much.
"No," I shake my head, searching for a good defense. "I just thought that you were acting a little bit immature. You started to attack Blake for no reason."
"For no reason?" He repeats immediatly. "Rosie, he brought you into a danger zone." He pushes his jaw forward. "Those men could have really hurt you!"
"But they didn't because Blake stopped them!" I stand up quickly, squeezing my fists by my side.
"Yeah, but it would've never happened if he hadn't brought you there in the first place." He snaps, pushing himself away from his desk.
"It was my idea, Dean!" I point at my chest. "I asked him to take me somewhere fun." My teeth grind together. I then walk around my desk to stand in front of him. My head tilts back a tad bit so I can look up at him.
"He had plenty of choices." He growls quietly between us.
I sigh. "Dean," I whisper, catching my breath from the argument. "please." I close my eyes. I'm too exhausted right now.
"What?" He narrows his eyes. "You just want me to forget about this?"
I huff. "Yes! It's in the past now. Just leave it alone. What's it going to take for you to just drop it already?" I plead.
He inhales slowly before exhaling through his nose. He quietly responds, "It's going to take a lot. How am I suppose to know it won't happen again?"
"Dean. It won't, believe me. I don't ever want to go through that again." I shake my head. "What can I do to assure you of that?"
"Behave." He growls. "And not snap at me in the middle of my class." He adds.
He's got a point there. I did snap at him.
"I think I'm more angry about that." He continues. "You humiliated me today. You do know that, right?"
I lower my gaze to pinch my loose pink dress. "I'm sorry."
"No. Sorry won't cut it." His jaw is clenched and his eyes are determined.
I glance back up at him, wondering what it will take to make him happy. I was so rude to him.
I should've never said that to him. He's right. I humiliated him in class.
I watch his hair glow from the sunlight along with his dark skin. My eyes follow his sharp jawline and then down his neck, exactly where I would like to kiss.
"What did I say about biting your lip. This isn't the time, Miss White." He glares at me. "You keep breaking all kinds of rules."
I shyly glance back down at my feet.
He slowly strides around me until he is completely behind me. His low voice declares, "Don't ever talk to me like that again."
Quickly, I am pushed forward until my stomach and chest lays on his desk. My palms rest on the desk by my head. My head lays on my left cheek.
I want to fight him, but I want him too badly.
My breathing picks up as I wait for his next move.
His hand softly slides my dress up my behind until it rests on my lower back. I feel his fingers slip inside my panties and pull them down my legs.
My heart beats faster as I step out of them. Butterflies in my stomach appear.
"What did you do wrong today?" He asks sternly.
I bite my lip and reply, "I objected you in the middle of class and said mean things."
"Should you have done that?" His voice rises.
"No." I reply softly.
His hand slips by my head onto the desk to fetch a clear ruler.
What is going to do with that?
Suddenly, a painful smack stings my ass. The pain spreads in one giant location.
Ouch!
Again, another smack lands on my rear, creating a loud clapping noise. This one hurts more than the first. I let out a gasp.
The pain is excruciating. I'm not sure I can take anymore. Somehow, I find myself enjoying it.
Another loud smack stings my skin. My fingers curl into my palm against the desk. This one was definitely worse. My behind feels like it's on fire.
I brace myself for the next one, only to see him set the ruler back in it's place.
I exhale. Although it was pleasant, it hurt real bad. I feel like I'm sitting on fire. It's like the worst sunburn ever. I'm almost tempted to run for ice.
His hands then crawl onto my hips before I could move. His feet pushes mine so that my legs are wide apart as his erection in his pants presses into me.
"You behaved more than I expected during that." He utters behind me. "Good."
The sound of his zipper tears open. Immediatly, I feel him thrust into me, causing me to gasp. Another thrust. Then another. Then another. He pulses faster and faster.
"Dean," I whisper while positioning my chin on top of his desk.
Another thrust. He tugs my body against his.
I can already feel the build up. My teeth pinch my bottom lip, craving for release.
Another thrust harder.
"Ah!" I let out and close my eyes. My breathing is rapid now.
Pain begins to appear on my hip bones from his desk. I ignore it.
Another thrust. My breath haults in my throat, causing me to exhale deeply.
"Please." I beg softly.
As the build up intensifies, my arms stretch to the end of his desk until my hands grip the edge. I squeeze the wood hard in my palms painfully. It feels as if I'm squeezing a knife.
Before I could climax, he pulls out of me.
I open my eyes while panting.
Why did he stop?
I then glance back to see him zipping up his pants.
"Hopefully, you have learned your lesson today, Miss White." He fetches my panties from the floor and hands them to me.
I slowly rise and face him while adjusting my dress down. My red palms are sore and indented from the desk. I can still feel my rear burning into flames. One could cook an egg on it.
No, he can't do that.
How dare he just fuck me and not finish! Who does he think he is? This is completely unfair. I feel like being stubborn and throwing a fit. Instead, I fold my arms.
He punished me.
He watches me with an amused expression, still offering me my underwear.
I snatch it from him and begin to furiously pull it on.
How am I suppose to be okay with this? Just because I made him mad doesn't mean he can take it out on me like this.
I avoid eye contact with him. Instead, I grab my bag and march out the door.
The spanking was okay. I could do that again. But what he did now was so unnecessary. Oh, just wait until tomorrow. Maybe he'll learn his lesson this time.