I know better than to pause even for a few moments. Waylon considers any and all hesitation back talk.

I quickly flip over and do as he says, pushing my scrub bottoms down and sticking my bare ass in the air.

But I say, “Please don’t, Teacher. I promise I won’t do it again!”

“That’s what you said when Toni was in the oven,” he answers over the sharp zwick of his zipper pulling down. I can’t see him, but I can just imagine him fisting his erection as he says, “But here we are again.”

You’d think after three years of knowing him, this extra mean version of his voice wouldn’t still make my body swell with thick desire. But I can already feel the arousal dripping from my folds.

And I only get wetter when he starts reciting my crimes: “Calling me and telling me you don’t ever want me to touch you again when we both know that ain’t true. Back talking me when I told you to ask for help. Wearing clothes to bed….”

I’ll give him the first two, but the last one is totally unfair. “I thought I was only going to sleep for a couple of hours. I had no idea it would be nighttime when I woke up—or that you’d be here.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you talked yourself into so much trouble, I had to borrow Griff’s jet and come home early to teach you this lesson,” he answers, his voice as hard as mine is whiny. “You’ve earned yourself three swats with my belt.”

He hasn’t even touched me, but I’m on fire. My blood rushes, and my pussy throbs. My nipples become so erect. I have to raise my top half up a little just so the tight sensitive buds won’t scrape against the sheets and make me come before Waylon’s ready. I found out the last time I was pregnant that this is a thing that can totally happen—and totally get me punished—if I’m not careful.

But don’t think Waylon doesn’t notice my slight adjustment. Nothing escapes his gaze when it comes to me.

He slaps the belt against his hand. “You’re already squirming, angel. I know you’re not thinking of coming before Teacher’s ready.”

“No,” I whimper.

“Good, then prove it. Lie flat on the bed to receive your three swats.”

My blood ices over. He’s dooming me. My body’s already a lightning rod. Receiving my punishment with both my clit and my nipples touching the sheets will make it impossible not to come.

“Please, Teacher, don’t make me,” I moan. “I promise I’ll be good.”

The belt whistles through the air and cracks across my butt cheeks without warning. “Bad angel.”