RosyCheeks by Marianne LaCroix Page A

“Do you
think you can tutor me…one-on-one?”
    “Only if you are willing to learn.” His voice sounded tight,
controlled.
    She moved closer, brushing her satin-covered breasts against
him. “I’m willing to learn whatever you want to teach me.”
    He stared down at her face a moment then nodded. “Good. Glad
to hear that because you’ve a lot to learn. More than you think.”
    “Oh?” She pressed even closer to his body.
    He stepped back and loosened his tie. “I suggest you behave
yourself, Miss McClay. You’re tempting me to teach you much more than algebra.”
    She sighed. “Quite frankly, I’m not sure tutoring will help
get my grades up.” She moved to the desk and set down her textbook. “However,
I’m willing to discuss a possible… arrangement .”
    “Such as?”
    “Well, I thought maybe if I give you something, then perhaps
I could pass the class.”
    “Give me something? Sounds like a bribe.”
    “Oh no, not a bribe…more like a service.” She lifted one leg
onto the desk chair, giving him a generous view of her red lace panties. She
reached down and ran her fingertips over her barely covered cleft. “Call it lip
service, Mr. Robertson,” she purred in a low, husky voice.
    Removing his tie, he tried to maintain composure, but her
offer intrigued him judging by the telltale bulge in his pants.
    She started moving her fingers up and down over her pussy.
“I think about sucking your cock. I think about it a lot. I want to suck on you
very much, Mr. Robertson. I thought maybe if I sucked your cock and made you
come, I could get a B.”
    He paused. “And to get an A?”
    She gently bit her bottom lip. “You can finish in my mouth,”
she offered in a meek voice.
    He waited a moment then asked, “Spit or swallow?” His tone
was hard and unwavering.
    She tilted down her face. “I can try to swallow. To be
honest I’ve never done this before. I may need a little guidance in how to give
good head and then swallow.”
    “Hmm…of course.” He chuckled. “Tell me, how many of your
teachers have you made this offer to?”
    “None.”
    He fell silent.
    She waited for his reply then dared to gaze at his face
without lifting her head. He held his glasses in his hand and studied her with
his cool, calculating eyes.
    Then he broke the silence and asked, “Why me? What makes me
so special?”
    “Well, I…” she stammered, “I find you incredibly sexy. You
turn me on so much, I can’t help myself and sometimes I touch myself while
thinking about you. I reach down between my legs and slide my fingers over my
clit, wishing you’d touch me there.” She closed her eyes and moved aside the
lace and dipped a finger into her juices. He grabbed her hand and pulled it
away.
    “You’re a very bad girl. Do you think you can pass my class
by offering sexual favors?” He held her arm in a firm but not bruising grip. He
grasped her other forearm and with his tie, he bound her wrists together. “I
think you deserve to learn a new lesson tonight. One you will remember every
time you sit down.”
    “No, please,” she begged. “Wait, I can explain.”
    “No need to explain. I understand perfectly.” He led her to
his chair, sat and pulled her over his lap. “You’re a naughty girl who doesn’t
do her homework and tries to get out of it by trying to seduce her teacher.
Well, it won’t work. Not with me.”
    He lifted her short skirt and ran his hand slowly over the
curve of her ass, one cheek at a time. Then he gave her behind a firm swat. She
gasped at the sting and wriggled on his lap.
    “Move out of position, little girl, and I will start over
again.”
    She instantly stilled, not wanting to add on more of—
    Slap!
    “Ow!” She squeezed her eyes shut and held her bound wrists
to her forehead.
    Slap!
    She winced but remained still.
    Slap!
    Slap!
    Slap!
    After ten swats to her buttocks she hoped he would stop, but
then he caressed the warm flesh he’d spanked. She moaned. Her skin burning