Incubus

| Seven |

After sitting still in my seat for a few moments of silence, I felt the need to clear my throat to create some type of sound.

   "I'm gonna take that as a no." I chuckled nervously and picked up my pencil to try the stupid problem once again. He wrapped his large hand around mine and stopped me from continuing.

   I stopped breathing for a minute and he tightened his grip ever so slightly on my knee. I kept my gaze zeroed in our hands and gulped nervously.

   "Brielle, look at me." he demanded but I shook my head in refusal. If I looked up he'd see my flustered face and I'd be embarrassed for life. "I can tutor you if you'd like?"

   He gently took ahold of my chin and tilted my head to look up into his eyes.

"O-okay. Thank you, sir." I stuttered and felt my face heat up at his intense stare.

   "You need to believe in yourself, okay? You're a beautiful and smart young woman. How many times do I have to tell you that?" he squeezed my knee and I could clearly see the genuine look in his eye.

   He thought I was beautiful?

   "If I spank you, will it knock some sense into you?" he joked, sitting up straighter while I laughed; my cheeks no doubt getting redder.

   "Probably." I teased while attempting to grab the pen again, but he stopped me.

   "Okay. Get up." he demanded in all seriousness. I immediately sent him a look of confusion and my eyes widened when I saw he had a determined look in his eyes.

   "What?" I blinked. "Sir, I was only joking." I stated cautiously with wide eyes before slowly standing up.

   "Bend over my lap." he demanded, leaning back in the chair and revealing his muscular chest and empty lap.

   Was I supposed to sit there? My eyes widened even more at the thought but I felt tingly inside. Why was this man so attractive?

   "But, sir-"

   "Bend over my lap, Miss Thompson." The tone of his voice made me quickly move forward and awkwardly lay down across his lap, my skin brushing against his bare chest.

   "Good girl." he praised me. Then he suddenly moved my body so my bum was directly on the middle of his lap and my hands were brushing against the cold floor.

   My heart was racing. Was he actually going to spank me? I had never been spanked at this school before.

   He trailed his cool hands up the back of my thighs and to the hem of my skirt, slowly inching the fabric up my body until my panties were exposed to the room.

   "S-sir," I whimpered when the cold air of the room hit my barely clothed bottom making goosebumps raise on my pale skin.

   "Shh, be a good girl for me, Brielle." His lips brushed my ear as he whispered softly into it.

   My breath hitched in my throat when he placed his large hand on the small of my back, right above my panties.