Corrupting The Bad Boy

Zach Wilson 15

"I am staying at a friend's." I say as soon as my mother picks up the phone.

She stays silent for a moment, and I was doubting if she was even there on the other side of the phone, so I shrug and was about to end the call when she said, "Stay safe."

I was too stunned to speak so I just end the call without saying anything.

"So do your friends typically spank your ass?" She comments from behind me with an amused face.

I turn around to face her, I raise a brow, "One, you're not my friend. Two, no one has and can touch it. Except you, that is. Three, you haven't spanked me yet." What the fuck am I doing? Am I really asking her to spank my ass?

"So needy." She laughs throwing her head back prettily, her hair dancing in soft waves because of the movement. The dimple near her lips catches my attention as always.

"Yes." I breathe out.

Her smile slowly disappears, as she meets my eyes. Taking her time she takes a step towards me. My heart picks up more speed and I was tempted to take a step back but I held myself, I never back out.

"In the following 2 minutes, I am going to visit the room upstairs and I want you on your knees, Zach, naked."

The sheer intensity in her words had me frozen on the ground from the excitement and anticipation. For all my tough act, my breathing halted for a second, my whole body felt electrified. "Yes, ma'am." The words left before I could comprehend.

Blowing a breath out, I ascend the stairs quickly. I grab the cold door knob in my suddenly sweaty hands and with a slight push, open the door to her bedroom.

I throw my shirt on the bed and remove my belt and jeans as well. The curtains were drawn leaving no natural light in the room and the dim lamp filled the room with soft lighting. It was seductively dark.

I kneel on the soft carpeted floor, near the bed facing the door, my senses already high, my dick already hard. I try my best to even out my breathing.

Each passing second my heartbeat picks up speed no matter how much I try to calm it.

Two minutes never felt so long and just when I thought maybe time had stopped in its tracks my teacher walked in.

And this time, time really did stop.

Her clothes, appearance, everything was the same, except she had this aura at that moment, that screamed dangerous. Casually but with confident steps she approached me. My eyes follow her movements like in a trance and finally meet hers.

Maybe I should have lowered my eyes or something but this was the thing I was not yet ready for. To completely yield and change to a totally different person so soon.

When she is right in front of me, she halts. She slowly raises a hand and runs her fingers through my hair. Stroking them gently. My face was levelled with her stomach. My eyes stay fixated on hers and the pleasure her hands were delivering numbed the strain in my neck.