The School Bully by Fiona Wilde Page B

Finally, he seemed satisfied enough to stop and the room fell silent except for the sounds of her crying. When he gently lifted her to sitting she flinched and tried to lift her sore bottom off his lap. In all her kicking, Anna had lost her panties and was now bare-bottomed against his wool pants. Arching off of his lap pushed her closer against his chest, and the kiss that followed surprised them both.
    But they weren’t so surprised that they could stop themselves.
    “No,” the headmaster said. “I don’t want you to think…”
    “I don’t!” she said against his lips. “I don’t think. I’m not. I can’t…”
    He reached down, pulling her leg around until she was straddling him. His large hands were in her thick mane of hair now, pulling her face closer to his as his mouth ground down on hers. His hand moved to her blouse, which fortunately snapped up the front. It came open with a tug, exposing full breasts encased in a white bra that matched the panties lying in the corner. He reached around and unhooked the clasp, his mouth ready for the nipples when they were exposed. Anna cried out, twisting her hands in his blonde curls as his mouth closed over a breast swollen to a peak with need. She felt him fumbling with his zipper and then the hardness of him slid into her. It had been many long months since she’d let a man have her, and she was tight. His largeness filled her with an exquisite discomfort, but she was so slick and wet that it quickly went away, leaving only a deep throb as she came almost immediately.
    Anna could tell that he wanted to join her, but the headmaster held back, prolonging his own pleasure as he pushed her back up the hill that culminated in another peak of exquisite starbursts of ecstasy. When he came, Anna squeezed hard against him, rhythmically pumping him as he moaned into her hair.
    Afterwards they just sat there in silence. Her bottom was sore, but she didn’t care. In fact, the sensation was almost pleasant. She felt everything - wanted to feel everything. But then reality of what happened sank in and her face flushed.
    “I just fucked my headmaster,” she said.
    “I just fucked a teacher,” he replied.
    He sighed. “Anna…”
    “Don’t tell me you regret it,” she said quickly. “Please, Logan. Just don’t. I’d rather leave now and never see you again than to have you act like I’m some embarrassing accident you made at a frat party.”
    He looked at her incredulously.
    “Do I need to spank you again?”
    Her bottom was throbbing now. She did not want another spanking.
    “No,” she said.
    “Then don’t say such a ridiculous thing, Anna. I don’t regret what just happened. Not in the least. The only thing that concerns me is that you won’t take the spanking seriously.”
    She shifted on his lap. It was really hurting now.
    “I don’t think you have to worry about that,” she said. “Now that the endorphins are wearing off I’m wishing I’d come to you instead of Mr. Bartlett.”
    “Good girl,” he said.
    “But still,” she replied quietly. “What we’ve done is…”
    “…scandalous,” he said.
    “Yes,” she agreed.
    “Not as bad as the last scandal,” he replied. “I mean, you’re not a student. And there is no anti-fraternization policy at the school. They changed it when the science teacher married the school nurse in ’79.”
    “They did?” she asked.
    He nodded. “Yeah. I’m nothing if not an expert on Bridgestone trivia. It’s what helped get me hired.”
    “ Aah .”
    They were silent again.
    “We don’t have to mention this again,” she said.
    “Not even over breakfast?” he asked.
    “Breakfast?” She was confused.
    “Breakfast, lunch, dinner…” He looked into her eyes. “In spite of what you think from my inability to control myself, Miss Fowler, I do not consider you just a quick hit. I’d like to have a relationship, if you’ll have me. We’ll need to keep it low key at first, for obvious reasons. But