The Master's Lessons by Isadora Rose

the
curve of his collarbone.
    Cooper gave a
harsh grunt of approval and began to steer her towards the bed as
his hand tightened on her ass, groping firmly and sending tiny
thrills of lust pulsing outwards until without warning he spun her
around and pushed her face-first into the bed. His left hand
pressed down between her shoulder blades to hold her in place, and
with his right hand he reached for the crop. She wanted to fight
against his intent, but her body no longer had that ability. It was
his, and he was clearly ready to take full possession of it.
    “ Are you paying attention?” he said, bending low to speak
directly into her ear. The touch of his bare skin on hers and his
warm breath on the nape of her neck was beyond exquisite, and
Amelia near lost her wits, forgetting to answer him until his low
rumble of discontent reminded her he was waiting for her
answer.
    “Y-yes,
sir!”
    His cock pushed
impatiently against her ass, but to her frustration he showed no
sign of giving into its clear demand. Instead, he straightened up
again and wound his free hand through her hair to force her to look
up at him. “To the matter at hand, then. I told earlier that I
intend to drive Lord Frederick from your mind forever, my Amelia,
and now it is time to begin. Do you understand?”
    Her fever
spiked as their eyes locked and he let loose her hair. “Yes.”
    The headmaster
stood between her legs and wrenched them further open as her loud,
breathless cries of anticipation filled the bedchamber. “So, tell
me, how many times did you have him stay the night here?!”
    “F-five,” she
whispered nervously.
    Cooper licked
his lips and his fist clenched around the handle of the crop. “I
did not hear you, Miss Montague. Again!”
    Amelia
shamelessly pushed back against him as she buried her face in the
sheets, thrilling in both his mastery of her body and the dark
spark of reckless lust she had seen in his eyes. “Five, sir!”
    “As many as
that?” His sharp intake of breath was the only sound in the still
bedchamber, and she tensed until finally he exhaled again. “Very
well. You have earned yourself five strikes then, my dear. Perhaps
you shall enjoy them as much as you enjoyed the punishment I
delivered in the office, and if so you need not be afraid to
demonstrate that to me. Are you ready?”
    A desperate
moan spoke her answer for her.
    The headmaster
reached out his free hand to caress the side of her flushed face,
then drew his arm back as he took a step away from her. Amelia
heard the swish of the crop through the air, the only warning she
had before the leather stroked firmly across the rounded curve of
her buttocks.
    She threw her
head back as her piercing cry rang out, for the stinging pain was
just as much of an elation as it had been the first time he had
struck her. She thrilled in it and welcomed the second blow by
stretching up onto the tips of her toes as Cooper wielded the crop
again, making no effort to disguise his harsh groans of pleasure in
time with her own when the blow struck home.
    They did not
speak, for words were no longer necessary to express themselves to
each other. They were one being in two halves, joined by the crop
that was no less than an extension of his hand, and by the time he
delivered the fifth and final blow her lust for him had soared to
dizzying heights. Amelia was openly weeping as she pummelled her
fists into the bed, for the successive blows had left her teetering
on the very brink of her climax, and to know that the headmaster
was so very ready to take her was a frustration she could not
bear.
    Cooper wrapped
his body around hers to croon into her ear as his free hand slipped
beneath her to roughly grope at her breasts. “Good girl, Amelia! I
do not think I am wrong in saying that not only are you thinking of
none but me now, but my attentions have aroused you beyond anything
you have ever felt before.”
    He was
right.
    Dazed by all
she felt, she clung to the only constant in