PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

29. Dirty School Girl

SIDDHARTH'S POV

"Hey," Avneet says hesitantly. 

She has no idea what we're doing today. I left her a note and some clothes on the bed. The note said to meet me in my study room. And the clothes-a white shirt - a blue skirt barely covering her ass.

The outfit should have given her some idea, though.

"Is that how you greet your principal?" Her guess turns out to be correct. It is a Student-Professor play. Plays are a huge turn-on for me. And I happen to have a lot of work to do. So I decided to go for the play during my dominance hours.

"Sorry. Good afternoon, sir," she corrects herself.

"Why have you been sent to me, Avneet?"

"I forgot my homework at home," she adds.

"Of all subjects?"

"Yes."

"You're a bad liar."

"And I-uh-was touching myself in the bathroom," she cooks up.

"Is that so?" I reply amused.

I get up from my chair and walk towards her. I halt one step away from her. Her beautiful scent fills my nostrils. With her short frame, she looks up at me.

"You are a dirty, dirty girl, Avneet," I whisper in my husky voice. "And I know exactly how to deal with dirty girls." She whimpers at my tone and clenches her thighs. Such a needy girl. Always ready and wet for me.

"How, sir?" She asks sheepishly.

"First, let's solve your homework problem, shall we?" I say, coming back to my chair. "Pray that I have mercy on you coz God forbid I'm in a sadist mood right now."

"I'll submit the homework tomorrow."

"Raise your arms and stand beside the desk facing away from me," I tell her.

"Sir -"

"Do as I said."

She rounds the desk and stands, so her back is towards me. Then she raises her arms high up.

"For every time you bend your hands, you'll be spanked."

She whimpers again.

Within 15 minutes, she's curling her still raised hands into fists.

"Sir, please. I'll give all the assignments tomorrow," she implores.

"I'm sure you would."

"Then please let me go, sir."

"Not happening."

Her hands bend slightly. I take the wooden ruler and hit her on her ass with it. She yelps in pain and quickly straightens her arms.

She bends her arms. Spank.  Straightens them.

Bends again. Spank. Straighten.

The process repeats itself.

It's relishing to see her feel the cramps in her arms. My work finished 10 minutes ago, and ever since then, I've been staring at her.

It's been 45 minutes since she's standing like that. She keeps moving her legs as if that will lessen her pain. She blows out a breath from her mouth and rotates her neck.

The words of beseeching falling from her mouth every now and then are music to my ears. I decided to make this even more interesting.

"Stand against the wall," I order.