LOGINZara's POV His hand came back to my ass, touching it gently at first, his fingers tracing over the warm, sore skin. I moaned softly at the mix of pain and pleasure, the sting from his earlier spanks blooming again under his touch. It sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my legs, and I had to grip the edge of the desk tighter to keep from pushing back against his hand.He squeezed one cheek lightly, his fingers digging in just enough to make the soreness sharper for a second. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “The sting. The way it makes your pussy ache. You were dripping for me last night when I spanked you, and you’re dripping now. I can see it. Your panties are clinging to you like they’re begging to be pulled down.”He ran his fingers along the edge of my panties, tracing the line where the fabric met my skin. I shivered, my breath coming out in a soft gasp. The touch was light but deliberate, and it made my whole body feel alive and sensitive. I could feel the wetness
Zara's POV I bit my lip without thinking. The word brat landed between us like something hot and heavy. I could feel my face flushing again, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The skirt moved with the movement, brushing against my sore skin.He didn’t let me stay quiet. “It wasn’t a rhetorical question.”I stuttered a little as I answered, the words coming out before I could make them smoother. “I wouldn’t act like a brat if you stopped treating me like a kid.”He moved then, stepping around behind me so I couldn’t see his face anymore. I could feel him there, close but not touching, his presence filling the space around me. His voice came from just over my shoulder, low and rough.“What do you want me to treat you as?”Before I could answer, he spoke again, the words coming out slow and deliberate.“Like a little slut?”I bit my lip harder. The word hit me low in my stomach, sending a rush of heat straight between my legs. My breath caught, and I could feel
Zara's POVI turned to look at him, feeling my cheeks flush but holding onto that spark of defiance. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”He held my gaze for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. “It shouldn’t happen again,” he said, his voice low but carrying easily to the front row. “Focus on the lesson. That’s what you’re here for. And if your classmate needs help, he can ask during office hours like everyone else.”I nodded and turned back to my notes, but I could still feel his eyes on me, and I could feel the heat building low in my belly from the way he had said it. Graham gave me a little shrug and went back to his own notebook, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Dom’s voice had sounded—stern, yes, but with that undercurrent of something else. Something that made me remember the way he had looked at me last night when I got out of his car. The way his eyes had darkened when I called him daddy. I shifted in my seat, the short skirt riding up just a little mo
Zara's POV I stood in front of my mirror the next morning, smiling without meaning to as I stepped into the short schoolgirl skirt I had picked out. It was plaid and pleated, the kind that barely skimmed my thighs when I moved. I paired it with a simple white button-up top, leaving the first few buttons open so the fabric would shift and show just a hint of skin. No bra underneath. The soft cotton brushed against my nipples with every breath I took, and I could already feel them tightening from the friction, sending little sparks across my chest. I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my bag, and gave myself one last look. My hair fell loose around my shoulders, and I had kept my makeup light, just enough to make my eyes look a little bigger and my lips soft and full. I turned to the side and smoothed the skirt down, watching how it hugged my hips and made my ass look round and full. The outfit made me feel exposed in the best way, like I was daring someone to look.As I headed for the do
Zara's POVI stared at the screen for a second, biting my lip. The memory of his hand on me flashed through my mind again — the sharp crack of each spank, the way he had made me count, the way he had told me exactly why I was being punished. I could still feel the sting, and I could still feel how aroused it had made me, even though he had stopped before giving me any real relief. I typed back without overthinking it.Me: A bit sore. But I’m fine.The three dots appeared right away, like he had been waiting for my reply.Dom: A punishment isn’t supposed to be pleasurable, even though you got aroused from it. I could feel how wet you were when I touched you through your panties. You were dripping for me, little dove.My cheeks burned as I read it. I could almost hear his low voice saying the words.I typed back quickly, my fingers moving before I could stop myself.Me: You’re an asshole.The reply came fast.Dom: I know. But you liked it anyway. I saw the way your body reacted
Zara's POVI sat in the passenger seat as Dom drove closer to my dormitory, the city lights blurring past the windows in the late night. My ass still stung from the spanks he had given me on the hood of his car, a deep, throbbing heat that made every shift in my seat send little sparks through my body. The leather pants rubbed against the sore skin in a way that reminded me of his hand coming down again and again, and I could feel how wet I still was, my panties clinging to me with every small movement.When we were just a block away from the dorm, I turned to him and said, “Drop me off here, a little distance from the building. I don’t want anyone seeing me get out of your car this late.”He glanced over at me, his eyes dark in the glow from the dashboard. “You sure? It’s late. I can take you right to the door if you want.”“I’m sure,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my body was still humming from everything he had done to me. “Thanks for the ride. And for… everything
Zara's POVHe removed his hand completely and stepped away from me. The sudden loss of his touch made me want to cry out. I almost did. My body felt empty and aching without his fingers there, and I had to fight the urge to press my thighs together again just to chase some kind of relief. The ache
Zara's POV I quietly obeyed, my hands shaking just a little as I opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. The gravel crunched under my heels, and I could feel the night pressing in around us. He got out too and walked around to my side of the car. I didn’t know what to expect, bu
Zara’s POV I froze. My whole body went still. What the hell was Dom doing here? His cologne wrapped around me, clean and warm, the same scent that had lingered on his shirt when I wore it. He was close — so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body even though he wasn’t touching me. Hi
Zara’s POV She smiled up at him one more time, then took him back into her mouth. This time she went deeper, her lips sliding down until I could see her throat work as she swallowed around him. He groaned again, louder this time, and his hands gripped the edge of the bed so hard his knuckles turn







