WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES)
"Bad girls need discipline."
His hand flips up my skirt, exposing my ass in my thin panties. I gasp as the first spank lands, sharp and stinging. "One," he counts, his palm cracking down again. "For failing my quiz." Smack. "Two, for teasing me all semester." He keeps going, each hit turning my skin pink, then red. As he spanks, he leans in close, his voice low and rough. "You think I don't notice how you cross your legs in class? How you lick your lips when I talk about forbidden desires? Power dynamics, submission, the thrill of surrender." His words make me wet, soaking through my panties. I squirm, but the belt holds me firm.