Cassidy Clair is the one you see sitting in the back of the class. The one who makes good grades and takes the advanced classes. Cassidy doesn't have time for boys and silly drama.
None of it appealed to her the cliches, the gossip, the bathroom ch...
The class wrapped up quickly after I watched Cassidy cum in her seat. I told her to meet me after class to cum no sooner; it turns out my ruler will get some action today.
Cassidy was the only one left in the classroom standing by the door on shaky legs. Her breathing had gone back to normal, but I could yell her heartbeat was still fast from the light pulse at her neck.
"Go to the back of the room and grab a ruler," I tell her and watch as she eagerly obeys, probably grasping the disapproval in my voice.
She grabbed the ruler from the drawer in the back where I keep them. She walks back to me and hands me the ruler. I take it in my hand and test the weight of it, trying to get the feel of it in my palm.
Standing from my chair, I grabbed my bag while Cassidy already had her backpack. I walk towards the door. "Follow me," I commanded her, and I knew she was from the sound of her footsteps.
I walked to the parking lot in the back of the school, where most teachers parked. I put my bag in the backseat, waving a hand to Cassidy for her to come closer. "Backpack," I told her, and she took it from her shoulders and passed it to me. I still had the ruler in my hand, and she watched it with untrusting eyes.
The ruler is not going to hurt her; I am. But I have a feeling she'll enjoy it.
Next, I open the passenger door snatching Cassidy's hand in mine, watching as her head finally registered what I had intended. I grabbed her by the waist and brought her to sit on the seat, and I set the ruler in her lap. I reached over to buckle the seatbelt and then closed the door for her. Not without forgetting to kiss her on the forehead.
I knew I was about to punish her, but I didn't have to be a complete asshole.
I got in next and drove towards my home. It was somewhat secluded by trees due to the lack of privacy the architecture provided.
My house's bottom floor was covered in windows. A floor-to-ceiling window pain all in the living room. Exactly where Cassidy will feel the sting of the ruler.
Once we made it in the driveway, I reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Take the ruler inside, sweetheart," I said, getting out and going on my phone to electronically unlock the doors.
I grabbed our bags from the back and led Cassidy inside. I hung up our bags once we made it to the entryway before turning toward an awkward Cassidy.
But she still seemed amazed by the house's architecture from how she looked at all the windows and every design.
"Cassidy," I said, gently gaining her attention. I reached out my hand for the ruler, and she handed it to me. Wrapping my fingers around the ruler, feeling the wood bite into my hand, I said the one thing she might object to.
"Undress for me, completely,"
Her eyes widened in shock before she swallowed and looked to be mentally preparing herself.
Her shoes and socks came first, then the skirt, then her shirt. Leaving her in a bra and underwear. The underwear that I cut off when the bell rang at the end of class. I didn't want her cumming again without permission.
Then she reached behind her back and uncoupled her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Then she hooked her fingers into the sides of the panties dragging them down her thighs.
She was completely bare before me, and I couldn't help but feel pride swell in my chest. I knew she was subconscious about her body just from the way she presented herself.
I'm happy she's comfortable enough to be stripped from the things she holds onto.
"Walk to the couch," I said, pointing towards the living room that was an open concept. She walked to the coach standing in front of a seat.
I walked behind her and sat in front of her with her right in front of me, the ruler still in my hand wrapped tightly in my fist.
"Lean over my lap," I commanded, watching as she eyes my thighs warily.
"But..." she cut herself off, and I had to know what she needed to say in case I was crossing boundaries.
"Finish your sentence," I said, reaching up and grabbing her chin turning her eyes towards me.
"Aren't I too heavy for all this?" Before she could blink, I grabbed her, bending her over my lap, the ruler in my hand ready to be put to use.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, all in rapid-fire leaving welts in her ass.
She thought this was bad. If I ever hear bullshit like that come out her mouth again, sitting down will be a distant memory. She was trying to run from the hits, but my forearm had her stuck on my lap.
I dragged my hand up her spine from the dip of her ass to the back of her neck. My hand tightened around the sides of her neck, crooning her neck backward.
Tears were in her eyes. "All of you will never be described as too much or too heavy when it comes to everything,"
"Next time I tell you to lay across my lap or sit in it, or for fucks sake, sit on my goddamn face. I expect nothing less than a yes, sir."
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ten more for good measure. Her cries of pain started becoming slight whimpers, and I could see her juices leaking down her thighs.
"What a dirty slut. You love it when I punish you," I leaned down to whisper in Cassidy's ear. Her hips moved back and forth, trying to find anything to get in contact with.
My free hand dropping the ruler next to the other still wrapped around the back of her neck.
I softly stroked her clit, her wetness coating my fingers.
Her whimpers were now moans. Moving from her clit to her entrance, I eased two fingers into her, slowly pumping them in and out of her. I moved my hand from the back of her neck to fist her hair in my hand.
"Now repeat after me," I said with a growl in my voice. "I am beautiful,"
"I am-am beautiful," my fingers pumped harder into her curling to reach her g-spot.
"I am worthy," I told her.
"I am worthyyy," the end of her statement dragged out from her, adding a thumb to her clit, rubbing in vicious circles.
"You. Are. Mine," I punctuated each word with a curl of my fingers.
"I am yours," her words were slow but came out, giving me intense satisfaction. I knew she was trying to hold on and wait for permission.
"Cum, sweetheart," she tightened around my fingers, and her hips kept grinding onto my hand, my thumb still rubbing her clit.
Her body was putty in my hands as she came, and it was indeed a sight to behold.
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A/N he does not play when it comes to her confidence.
