Unwritten

Chapter 2

Inspired By: "Shameless" by Camilla Cabello

Olivia's POV

"What was that, Liv? You kept moaning uncontrollably." Mr Francis queries as we walk into his office.

"But you were the one who decided to spank me--" I whine back.

"I had to, Liv. You were late-"

"Because you kept me in the bathroom longer than usual."

"Someone came in."

"No, that was just your excuse to stay in longer."

I can tell Mr. Francis is starting to lose his temper, and I can't help but laugh. I enjoy annoying him.

"Liv..." his voice trails off as I put my hand on his lips.

He tries to speak again but I walk to the door and lock it.

"I liked it when you spanked me. It felt amazing. Do it again." I tell him slowly like the goddess I am.

"Liv, I can't. What if someone comes? What will be my reason for staying in a locked room with a student?"

"We won't answer. They'll just think you are not in your office."

"Liv..." he tries to speak again but I just go ahead and take off my skirt.

I am wearing lingerie; I know he can't resist me.

"Liv..." he says with a husky voice.

I look into his eyes, all I can see is desire. I bend over and hold the table like I did in class. The thought of his hand coming down on my butt makes me moan.

"I will spank you and you will leave my office. No whining."

I smirk. "I promise."

He grips the edge of my panties and rubs my butt, slowly tracing invisible lines on it. Or maybe it is the mark from the spanks he gave me in class.

"You have been a naughty little girl," he groans and spanks me hard.

I moan immediately.

"Keep it down!" he whispers.

Before I know it, his hands come down on my butt again, making me moan a little louder than before.

He spanks me again and again and again until I lose count.

I lean on the table, breathing heavily. Mr Francis helps me up, and if he didn't, I know I would have just lay there.

"Liv..." he says.

"I love it when you call me Liv. Miss Olivia sounds so proper, and I'm anything but," I tease with a playful smile, making him chuckle.

He gazes into my eyes with love and whispers, "You're beautiful," before his lips crash against mine.

He kisses me slowly like he is trying to convey his feelings through the kiss. I nibble his bottom lip softly, making him groan. His hands find their way to my waist and neck, gripping me tightly.

"Mr Francis," I breathe into the kiss.

He continues kissing me passionately, slowly moving the hand on my waist lower to my thighs.

"Mr Francis..." I breathe again.

"Yeah?" he murmurs, his hand still moving torturously slowly down my thighs. He tugs on my panty, trying to pull it down, but before he can, I break the kiss and cross my arms.

He mouths "What" in frustration.

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"What do you mean? What deal?"