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licked the bruised area of my thigh. I whimpered in appreciation of his tender kisses—until he sank his teeth in.
    I yelled out. “Fucking hell!” And before I knew it, smacked him in the back of the head.
    Ohhhhh, shit .
    The look on his face was so hard to read. Not that I needed to when he spoke again.
    “Miss Asher?”
    “What?” I snapped. “It hurt!”
    He cocked his head “And you’re still being punished.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “No, you’re not.”
    “Okay, I’m not.”
    He stepped back. Stamped one last gaze on my spread pussy, then directed. “On your feet. Stand in front of your desk.”
    His quirking mouth told me were still playing—not that it reassured much. I was still in deep shit.
    “I need to go to the nurse’s office.”
    “Denied. Stand in front of your desk like you were told.”
    Now he really made me nervous. The twist disappeared from his lips. The rest of his face showed no emotion either. His cock, however, stood at a ninety-degree angle from his body. He kicked off his pants and briefs, giving me an even better view of its stiff beauty. Something—maybe a number of somethings—about all this had him aroused.
    Arms folded across his broad chest, he took a step back, expectant of my obedience. I stood and straightened my skirt before stepping to the front of the desk. As soon as I stopped, Michael moved to stand in front of me, face to face. His chiseled features were still intense but I didn’t get a vibe of anger.
    What, then? What was he thinking?
    “Do you make a regular habit of hitting your teachers, Miss Asher?”
    I tried to look extra contrite. “No, Sir.”
    “Look at me when you speak to me.”
    I stared up into his stunning hazel eyes. “No Sir.” I couldn’t help but grin.
    “Is this amusing, Miss Asher?”
    “No, Sir.” I was pretty sure the mirth in my eyes betrayed my lie.
    “I’m going in the other room to get something for the last part of your discipline.”
    The ruler wasn’t enough ?
    He placed his hands on my waist and turned me around with a commanding whoosh. “Face your seat. Bend over the desk. Put your hands on top of it and don’t let them up. Stand like that and think about what you did wrong until I get back.”
    “Y-Yes, Sir.”
    He bounded upstairs to our bedroom. I obeyed, admitting a twinge of real fear at what he’d attempt if I didn’t. Nerves—hardcore ones this time—joined the feeling, no doubt stirred by the vulnerable position he’d ordered me to take. My ass was barely covered by the skirt and my feet were braced at shoulder width. The air teased at my swollen, sensitive pussy.
    I hoped he’d bring back some new toys—fun ones this time. No matter what, I vowed to be a patient student and not cause more trouble.
    Minutes stretched like hours. Finally, he returned bearing what sounded like a plastic bag. I couldn’t determine what he pulled from it, but used every force of my will to keep my stare straight ahead and my body in place.
    He lowered and started moving around by my feet. It didn’t take long to determine that he’d brought leather cuffs, each bearing a large carabiner hook, which he used to secure my ankles to the desk legs.
    Damn. Damn. Damn .
    He quickly finished my ankles then rose to yank my wrists forward. He looped one of my own scarves around them then pulled them toward the back of the chair. I was officially bent over for him, in more ways than one.
    Vulnerable. Using the word five minutes ago had been a vast understatement.
    He stood back, grunting in satisfaction. I dared a quick glance up. The bastard looked very pleased with himself.
    “Errrr…Headmaster?”
    “I have a gag in here too, Miss Asher. Do I need to use it?”
    “No, Sir. But I have a question.”
    “I’ll allow one question.”
    “Why are you tying me up? Isn’t it better for you and…things developing…if I can move around?”
    “Apparently not, with you. I just got cracked in the head. For my own safety, I’ve