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the classroom table.  
    “Oh, you’re going to beg me for it before I’m done.” Carly smiled, tossing her hair belligerently. She stopped and began to unbutton her shirt.
    “Oh my god,” Mercy rasped, staring at the cleavage that was being revealed. The flutter inside her turned into a heat wave and she had to hold onto the table to keep from falling over.  
    Carly threw her shirt at Mercy and she caught it, mid flight. “Good catch.” She smirked.
    “Thanks.” Mercy said dryly.
    “You’re welcome.” Carly kicked off her shoes and tugged at the zipper of her jeans. Slowly she lowered the zipper, keeping her eyes locked with Mercy’s. A hint of panties showed through the opening. Carly slid the jeans over the ripe swell of her ass and soon she was clad only in her lace bra and a slight pair of pink panties.
    “Your turn.” Carly put her hands on her hips and waited.
    Mercy felt her pussy begin to throb with a need she hadn’t felt since the last time she had a good three hour session with her favorite smut novel. Her hands traveled to the zipper of her jeans and she froze. Fear of rejection spiked through her and she backed away. “Why in the world would you want me?” Mercy croaked out. “I’m not some sexy young thing with a size two ass.” Mercy shook her head, staring into Carly’s eyes.
    Carly silently approached her and gently reached for the zipper. “Hush,” she whispered, pressing her lips against Mercy’s. “Kick off your shoes. Now.”
    The zipper gave way and Carly slid the jeans over the generous curve of Mercy’s backside and down her legs.
    “Arms up.” Carly pulled the shirt over Mercy’s head and tossed it onto the table.
    Mercy stood, shivering under Carly’s scrutiny, but despite her fears, she felt her core grow molten at the fiery heat in Carly’s gaze.
    “Unclasp your bra.”  
    Mercy did as she was told, reaching behind her back to unhook it, letting it fall to the floor. Her flesh prickled at the intensity of Carly’s gaze and the chill in the room.
    “Good. Now your panties.”  
    The nude lace covered her, but the thatch of her mound was visible through the thin fabric. With shaking fingers, Mercy slid them over her ass and down the white expanse of her thighs. Stepping out of them, she took a ragged breath. She was naked.
    “I want you to brace yourself against the worktable. If you don’t, I’ll use one of these handy crochet cuffs of yours to bind you to the chair. Is that understood?” Carly asked.
    “Yes,” Mercy whispered. Her desire for Carly was so strong she would do anything.
    “Yes who?” Carly demanded, smacking her ass with her hand.
    Mercy sputtered, thinking of the mountain of erotica novels she had read and said the first thing that popped out of her mouth. “Yes, Mistress.”
    “That’s what I want to hear. Four spanks for you. Two for making me wait and two more for thinking less of yourself. Every time I connect, you will thank me. Understood?”
    “Yes, Ma’am.”
    “Good. Now bend over before I take a knitting needle after your ass and cane you with it for making me wait even longer.”
    Mercy swallowed deep and braced herself on the work table.
    Carly stood behind her and her open palm hit the soft flesh of Mercy’s right buttock.
    Smack!
    “Thank you, Mistress. I’m sorry I made you wait.”
    “Excellent. Another.”
    Smack!
    “Thank you, Mistress.”
    Smack!
    “Thank you.” Mercy let out a sob and struggled to remain still.
    Smack! Smack!
    “Thank you, Mistress.” Mercy choked as her flesh burned.  
    Carly ran her hand over Mercy’s flesh. “I want you to think twice before you ever doubt your worth to me again. I think my hand hurts just as much as your backside does. What do you think we should do about that?”
    “I don’t know, Mistress.” Mercy’s pussy was in overdrive. The scent of Carly standing so close to her combined with the stinging of her ass made her moan.  
    Carly stood behind her and gripped