Good Girl For Mr Reid 2

♥ ZOE ♥

My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.

I stood up slowly. My legs felt unsteady. Mr. Reid pointed at his desk again, eyes locked on mine.

“Hands flat on the desk. Feet apart. Now.”

I turned and placed my palms on the cool surface of his desk. The position made my skirt ride up the back of my thighs. I felt exposed even though I was still fully dressed. Behind me I heard him move closer. The soft sound of his shoes on the classroom floor made my stomach tighten.

He stopped right behind me. I could feel the heat of his body even though he wasn’t touching me yet.

“You’ve been asking for this all week,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Talking back. Testing me. Looking at me like you wanted me to do something about it.”

I swallowed. “I didn’t—”

His hand came down on my ass.

The first spank was sharp and sudden. The sound cracked through the quiet classroom. I gasped, body jerking forward against the desk. Heat bloomed across my right cheek instantly.

“Count,” he ordered.

I stared at the wood under my hands, breathing fast. “One.”

He spanked the other side just as hard. The sting made me rise up on my toes for a second.

“Two,” I whispered.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. The next spanks came in a steady rhythm — left, right, left, right — each one harder than the last. The sound of his palm meeting my skirt-covered ass filled the room. My eyes started to water from the growing burn.

“Three… four… five…”

By the tenth spank my voice was shaking. My ass felt hot and throbbing. I could feel the outline of his handprints even through the fabric of my skirt. Every time his palm landed, a jolt went straight between my legs. I hated that it was happening. I hated that I was getting wet from being spanked by my teacher.

He paused after fifteen. I heard him breathing a little harder behind me.

“Skirt up,” he said.

My face burned. “Mr. Reid—”

“Skirt. Up. Now.”

My fingers trembled as I reached back and slowly dragged my skirt up over my hips, bunching it around my waist. I was wearing plain black panties. Nothing sexy. I still felt completely exposed.

He made a low sound when he saw them.

Then his hand came down on my bare upper thigh, just below the edge of my panties. The sting was sharper without the skirt. I cried out.

“Sixteen.”

He spanked the same spot on the other thigh. Then he started landing them directly over my panties, harder than before. Each impact made my body rock forward against the desk. My nipples were tight against my bra. I could feel how wet I was getting and it made me want to close my legs, but I didn’t dare.

“Twenty,” I gasped.

He stopped again. This time I felt his palm rest on my burning ass, almost gently. His skin was warm. He gave one cheek a slow squeeze, then the other, like he was inspecting his work.

“You’re soaked,” he said quietly. There was something dark and satisfied in his voice. “Your panties are already wet, Zoe.”

I closed my eyes, mortified. “I can’t help it.”

“I know.” His fingers slid under the waistband of my panties and peeled them down. He left them stretched around the middle of my thighs so I couldn’t close my legs properly. Cool air hit my wet pussy and I shivered.

He spanked me again — this time fully on bare skin.

The sound was louder. Wetter. I moaned before I could stop myself.

“Twenty-one.”

He kept going. Bare-handed spanks raining down on my ass and the tops of my thighs until the skin felt like it was on fire. Tears slipped down my cheeks. My voice broke on every number. And still the heat between my legs kept growing. Every slap sent another pulse of unwanted pleasure through me.

By the time he reached thirty I was shaking, forehead pressed to the desk, ass pushed out because I didn’t have the strength to stand straight anymore.

He stopped. The only sound in the classroom was my ragged breathing and the faint hum of the lights.

I felt him step closer. One of his hands settled on my lower back, holding me in place. The other hand slid between my legs from behind.

I whimpered when his fingers brushed over my bare, wet pussy.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re dripping.”

Two of his fingers slid through my folds, slow and deliberate, coating themselves in how wet I was. He didn’t push inside yet. He just stroked me, circling my clit lightly, spreading the wetness around while I trembled under his hand.

“Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

He leaned over me, his chest almost against my back, and spoke right next to my ear.

“We’re not done, Zoe. Not even close.”

His fingers kept moving between my legs — teasing, stroking, never giving me enough pressure to come — while my spanked ass throbbed and my thighs shook.

I was still bent over his desk with my panties around my thighs and my skirt around my waist, completely at his mercy.

And the worst part was how desperately I already wanted more.

MR. REID

Her ass was bright red.

I stood behind her, staring at the handprints I’d left on her skin, listening to the way she was breathing — short, shaky, trying not to make noise and failing. Her panties were still stretched around her thighs. Her pussy was shiny and swollen. Every time I brushed my fingers over her she twitched.

I had crossed the line the moment I told her to put her hands on the desk.

There was no going back now.

I dragged two fingers through her wetness again, slow and filthy, and felt her push back against my hand even though she was trying not to. She was soaked. The spanking had done that to her. The same girl who sat in my class every day with that smart mouth was now bent over my desk dripping onto my fingers.

I pressed the pad of one finger against her clit and rubbed in tight circles. Her moan was broken and helpless.

“Stay still,” I ordered.

She tried. Her legs were trembling too hard to be completely still. I kept rubbing her clit while my other hand squeezed one of her burning ass cheeks, reminding her of the spanking. The combination made her cry out.

I wanted to drop to my knees and taste her right then. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and lick up every bit of wetness the spanking had pulled out of her. But I forced myself to stay in control.

Not yet.

I slid one finger inside her slowly. She was tight and scorching hot. Her pussy clenched around the single finger like she was trying to pull me deeper. I added a second finger and started fucking them in and out of her in a steady rhythm, curling them upward until I found the spot that made her legs almost give out.

“Mr. Reid— oh my god—”

“Quiet,” I said, even though I wanted to hear every sound. “Anyone could still be in the building.”

She bit down on her lip, trying to obey, but every time I curled my fingers she let out another muffled whimper. I kept going, watching my fingers disappear inside her, watching the way her red ass jiggled every time my palm brushed it.

I could feel how close she was already. Her walls were fluttering. Her thighs were shaking harder.

I pulled my fingers out right before she could come.

She let out a frustrated, broken sound and tried to push back against me.

“Not yet,” I told her. My voice came out rougher than I intended. “You don’t come until I say you can.”

I lifted my wet fingers and wiped them across her burning ass cheek, leaving a shiny trail on the red skin. Then I stepped back just far enough to look at her properly — bent over, skirt up, panties around her thighs, ass bright red, pussy glistening and empty.

My cock was so hard it hurt.

I reached down and adjusted myself in my pants, not even trying to hide it from her. When she glanced back over her shoulder and saw the outline, her eyes widened.

“Eyes forward,” I said.

She turned back to the desk, breathing hard.

I rested my hand on her lower back again.

“We’re just getting started, Zoe. Spread your legs wider.”

She did.

I could already see how this hour of detention was going to end.

And I wasn’t going to be gentle.