The Brat

September 3

She sits most poutily and unladylike in Sir’s desk chair. He’s running behind on a call, and she just can’t help herself, she must have her mischief. She spins a few turns in the chair, then leans back sideways to prop her legs on the chair, chunky heeled Mary Jane’s are heavy and seem out of place on the arms. From this position the outline of her panties can be clearly seen by a mere glance up her skirt, which excluding this momentary lack of decorum is a respectable length, just barely past her knees. Simmering in her impatience she takes in sight the items on the desk and mischievously moves one red pen and one leather bound notebook ever so slightly askew…. Tucked into her pencil skirt is a lovely long sleeved button up, with the first several buttons undone. Exposing a matching black mesh bralette with velvet bats, just like her soft panties. Lively silver bangles tinkle on each wrist and she twirls the long auburn pigtails on each side. Torn between true mischief and the hunt, she picks the latter. If she must wait, she will do so enthusiastically, without complaint, but to her own satisfaction. She adjusts herself in the swively chair, still careful not to touch desk or chair with her shoes, and she undoes 2 more buttons of her blouse. She reaches her left hand inside and gently circles her nipples until they are firm and wanting. The feeling of the mesh and velvet over her soft warm flesh is quite pleasureable. From below she feels the heat and wetness well up from inside as she teases the front of her pussy over top of her panties. Good thing all the meetings are done for the day, but a patient nymph, she is not. She moves a finger inside to find the source of her arousal and she moans softly and quietly at first as she works herself gently. She blushes and her hands roam her breasts, one hand completely inside her bra….

Little did the brat realize, sir was just outside the door, listening intently, planning just how to deal with her impertinence. He opened the door to the study and said in a steady but gentle voice for her to stop touching what was his, immediately. With just a few strides he was leaning over her in the chair, his lips so close to hers. His smell driving her frantic.
“Put your feet down this instant.”
The brat did as she was bade. He then wheeled over an old wooden vanity mirror right up to her and told her to pull up her skirt and bend over the desk, facing the mirror. From the desk drawer he pulled out a long wooden ruler. He brusquely but with gentleness grabbed her 2 ponytails and made her watch and squirm while he administered, slowly, but not exactly gently 10 strikes to her ass and legs. The brat, no stranger to Sir’s desires, made no sound of protest, no whining, which made Sir smirk with pride.
“Stand up straight now and do not move, arms by your sides, palms touching your thighs.”
Sir then wrapped one arm around her waist with her still facing the mirror, and the other now explored the mesh and velvet , she was just so fondly exploring.
“Remember, not a sound”
As he kissed the back of her neck, teased her shoulders and chest with his teeth, pinched her nipples. She was blushing all over , trying to stifle the whimpers of pleasure that his toying always brings.
He briefly considered leaving her at the edge, of making her beg… but in truth she had him wrapped around her delicate fingers and he couldn’t deny filling her all the way up. Hearing her cries of genuine pleasure, her eagerness to try anything he desired….In a moment the skirt and panties were on the floor, and he was taking every bit of her with satisfaction, pride, and gusto. He put a hand over her mouth , just to stifle her cries of pleasure. She tapped her hands to signal her desire to let go. He pulled his hand away from her mouth and told her to NEVER hold back from him. His voice and movements sent the brat into strong spasms that threatened to eject him from her holiest of holies. He held her hips firmly and emptied himself into her 3 times, each stronger that the time before. Both breathless and sated he pulled her into his arms on the lush carpet , and she instinctively put his still throbbing cock in her mouth, smiling at the taste of their mingled pleasures…. Sir looked at his watch and with a directive a bit more gruff than intended, remembered that the car should be there in about 5 minutes. A debate match in the school gymnasium. In barely a blink of an eye, the brat has redressed and composed herself into a much more respectable state. This ability always made Sir beam with pride. They kissed passionately before clinging into the car for the evening outing. Still ravenous for each other and for the promise of an equally exciting dinner rendezvous after the event. The brat smiled to herself, thinking that sir hadn’t even noticed his pen and journal had been moved ever so slightly….