She was also more aroused than she’d ever been by just a single swat to her bottom. Normally, it took at least a full on glowing, red ass before she was really turned on, but right now she was wet just from teasing him and the tiny little sting. Yeah, she wanted more where that came from, but her level of arousal was still surprising.

“Perv,” she said, arching her back to stick out her bottom more.

Michael just laughed and turned her around to face him rather than giving her another spank. He laughed again as she pouted up at him in disappointment, inwardly wondering where this flirty playfulness of hers had come from. If she’d been doing it on purpose it would have made more sense, but it just seemed to be flowing naturally, even if it felt a little strange.

It seemed like he was enjoying himself too; the mock-stern expression on his face didn’t hide the way his lips tilted up at the edges or the amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Are you trying to rush me, Ellie?” he asked, teasing through his flinty tone. “Topping from the bottom?”

“Umm... no?” It came out as a question.

Topping from the bottom wasn’t something she did in a scene. She just accepted whatever she was given. If she needed more, she asked for it outright, she didn’t taunt or challenge her dominant... but that was kind of what she was doing, wasn’t it?

Michael chuckled. “Show me how good you can be then,” he said, giving a tendril of her hair a tug before turning his body to give her room to move around him. “Go bend over the teacher’s desk.”

Anticipation thrummed through her as she passed by him, so close she could have touched him... but he hadn’t told her to. And she really wasn’t trying to top from the bottom. Ellie liked pain she had earned from being a good girl, she wasn’t really into punishments. Besides, if Michael was anything like Andrew - and she suspected he was - punishments usually meant not getting a special treat rather than receiving extra blows.

Damn devious sadists.

Ellie bent over the desk.

The back of her skirt fluttered against her pussy lips; it was short enough that she was sure Michael had a very nice view. Her breasts, plumped up by the confines of the corset, flattened against the desktop, nearly spilling out. Widening her stance a little to help her balance, she turned her head to lay her cheek against the cool wood, her hands on either side of her head.

“Very pretty, Ellie,” Michael said approvingly, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh and flipping up her skirt to bare her ass completely. “Good girl.”

The accolades made her blush happily, filling her with warmth, right before -

SMACK! SMACK!