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seventh,
I moaned as his tongue brought along a soft pearly line of nectar.
He moaned delighting in the taste of me.
    “Eight.” He counted staring at me. “Nine.”
He devoured my clit moaning and thrusting his fingers into me. I
cried out trying to pull back from him but he looped his arm around
my thigh holding me there as he suckled and tugged my clit.
    He took his fingers away suckling them and
wrapping his arm around my thigh. He held open the lips of my pussy
flicking his tongue over my clit. I came falling back against the
rug, frozen in pleasure. His tongue filled me lapping up the
nectar, moaning as he raided every drop from me.
    “Tessa.” He whispered coming over me. He
laid on me kissing my lips and neck. Finally I whimpered, quivering
under his hard body. “Baby.”
    “Yes.” I moaned.
    “It’s time for your spanking.” He rose from
me standing slowly and pulling me up.
    I followed him to the couch where he sat and
pulled me over his lap. I buried my face in a pillow receiving the
first slap.
    “One.” He rubbed, I whimpered. “Two.” He
slapped again and rubbed. He moved to the other cheek. “You’re a
bad, bad girl Tessa.” He slapped again. “Detention never does any
good.” He slapped twice, I lurched up from the pillow whimpering
hard.
    “Please Dr. Bryce.” I whimpered. He slipped
his hand down the back of my thigh and slapped there. I gasped. “Be
nice to me.”
    “Why?” He asked. “You’re so naughty. You
don’t deserve nice.” He slapped my ass and pulled me up kissing me.
I moaned kissing him wildly.
    “Please fuck me.” I begged. “Please Paul.”
He shook his head.
    “Those assignments were important.” He said.
“You have to be punished severely. In your room now.” I jumped up
and ran to the room.
    Paul walked in closing the door. I watched
him as he walked to me.
    “Hands and knees.” He said. I did. “Thighs
together, back arched, pussy out.” I did as told. He waited a
moment and I grew a little impatient with the wait until I felt his
fingers. They slid down the moist lips of my pussy. He moaned.
    “That’s a delicious pussy.” He whispered.
Suddenly his tongue slid over me, I gasped loudly squeezing my eyes
shut as I felt the sharpest pangs of pure pleasure race to my clit.
He slapped my ass sliding his hand down the back of my thigh and
back up in between, gripping a good handful of my pussy. I
whimpered looking back at him.
    “Recite it.” He said. I wasn’t sure at first
until I remembered what students who didn’t do their assignments
had to recite. I recited it at least three times a week back
then.
    “This class is for the advancement of
knowledge in the study of English literature.” I stopped, unable to
think, it just wasn’t coming to me. He slapped my ass again. “Oh!”
I cried. “And. . .The introduction of classic American . . . please
fuck me.” He slapped my ass; I squeezed my eyes shut trembling.
    “Continue.” He said in a sexy silky
voice.
    “Authors. The introduction of classic
American authors.” I shivered.
    “Good girl.” He smiled giving me a slap.
“You were listening to something.” He said. I gripped the
comforter.
    “Not much. I was trying to figure out how
big your cock was.” I whimpered.
    “Really?” He smiled.
    “Yes.” I moaned. He lowered to my ear.
    “Are you ready to complete your lesson?” He
whispered, and kissed my ear softly.
    “Yes, Dr. Bryce.” I groaned. He stood taking
a condom from the dish on my night table, under my lamp. I listened
as he took it out and slid it down his cock. I wanted to watch but
didn’t look back. I moved up on the bed giving him room to get on
but stayed on my hands and knees.
    I felt him get on and my pussy clenched. He
grinned slapping my ass.
    “That’s a naughty cunt, isn’t it?” He said.
“Tits down.” He pushed me into the mattress and kept my thighs
tightly together. I gripped the comforter tighter, shivering. I
felt him there against me and