Dear Sir: The First 15 Minutes

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The List:
1 lab visit (15 minutes)
1 note on a quiz
3 minutes of un-allowed contact
3 classes per week x 4 weeks = 12 inappropriate outfits
5 after class attempts
1 final exam - inappropriate outfit and actions (3 hours)

1 unsolicited kiss to shoe
2 pleases
15 minutes of silence

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"I'd like to start paying now", she said again in that whisper that he felt this time almost as a caress.

"Fine", he said it like he could care less, on purpose. "Stand up, turn around and take off your scarf and coat. Hang them by the door. Then go bend over the side of the couch."
She moved to follow his instructions. As she removed the coat and scarf he saw she was in the same schoolgirl attire she had been torturing him with in class. A plaid skirt that hit at mid-thigh. Thigh high gray socks. The black mary janes. A tight white sweater with a deep v-neck, and clearly no bra underneath it either. She wasn't perfect by the standards of magazines, but she shone in his eyes. She worked out, was petite, and had just enough curve to her body. He could already imagining wrapping her hair around his fist to pull her head back... but he was getting ahead of himself. As she bent over the side of the couch, she placed her hands flat on the cushions like Maggie Gyllenhaal had on the desk in Secretary. It made him smile inwardly, and sent a dark thrill through a body already thrumming with dark, sensual tension. He stood up and went to hang up his own coat and scarf.

"The first thing on your list of things to pay me for is the 15 minute lab visit. So your first punishment will be 15 minutes. You can end this whenever you want, just tell me to stop. If you don't choose to stop this, then don't speak. If you have to make a sound, muffle it into the couch", as he finished his quiet speech, he opened the desk drawer and drew out a ruler. She seemed to want the traditional schoolgirl fantasy, and he didn't have any problem beginning there.

He walked over, and flipped her skirt up over her buttocks. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and her legs were pressed tightly together. "Naughty girl, this would have been easier for you if you'd been wearing something under here", he growled almost under his breath. He could see that she was taking quick, shallow breaths. He took a moment to admire her, she was quivering, she was beautiful. He made sure she could see the ruler out of the corner of her eye. He stroked it across her back, using it to make sure her hair blocked her view of him. She made a small sound. He smacked her lightly. She jumped in response, but didn't make a sound. He took a deep breathe to steady himself, but one wasn't enough. He couldn't believe he was going to do this, but it was too late to stop now. He made a promise to himself right then that he wouldn't lose control until she left, he reminded himself it was only 15 minutes (2 of which were already gone), and took a mental hold on himself. He caressed the round plump flesh of her buttocks, lifting them, then pulling them slightly apart, causing her to tense and quiver. Then he traced the ruler between them. He smacked one buttock with the ruler, watching a pink line appear on her skin where the side of it connected. Then he went for the other. He counted silently to 5 to himself between smacking her with the ruler. Soon her cheeks were a jumble of pink lines, and she had caught on to his rhythm. She alternately tightened and raised her ass to move toward and away from him and made small muffled sounds into the couch. It was intoxicating, he didn't want to stop. It was like watching her do some kind of private dance for him. He could also see that she was excited, between her legs had become to glisten in the half-light now. About 9 minutes had passed now. He had started very light with the ruler, knowing that 15 minutes for her first time was going to be difficult to do without really hurting her.

Time to change things up a bit. He kicked her legs apart, seeing the glistening curls with dewdrops of her arousal on them. So beautiful, golden. She was treasure, it made him ache fiercely and begin to fervently hope she managed through the list... He began to pinch and knead her abused flesh. He alternated smacks to each cheek with the pinches to the emerging welts, being sure to catch the bottom near her thigh which lifted her leg off the floor and raised her buttock enticingly. So lovely. Her muffled sounds had become sobs. Her thighs were wet now. He watched the clock carefully, and right at 15 minutes he stopped, flipper her skirt back down, and composed his expression.

He stepped away and went and sat behind his desk, where he marked the first item off the list.
"You can go now Lydia, you should probably take some pain reliever and rub something on that when you get home", he said quietly.
She stood slowly, clearly recovering and in pain. She kept her gaze on the floor.
"Is there anything you'd like to say to me?", he asked her quietly.

She looked up, smiling slightly, her face stained with tears. Then she whispered, "When's my next punishment, sir?"

to be continued...