Title: Please Sir
Author: Sarah Aless
Contact/Feedback: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/S
Spoilers: Completely AU baby!
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Joss and ME own them but they'd have way
more fun if they WERE mine!
Distribution: www.geocities.com/spikeaholic20, One Good Lay, StS, &
www.vampires-kiss.net. Anyone else.....Put it where you like ;-) but
please tell me where it's going.
Summary: Buffy is an eighteen year old senior in a strict private (possibly Catholic) school, who has been having a steamy affair with her English teacher for a while. Today Mr.Pratt is about to up the ante.
WARNINGS: This is a teacher/student fic in which no apology whatsoever is made for either party’s behaviour. If you think it is wrong, please bear in mind that this is FICTION and no Spike’s or Buffy’s were hurt or exploited in the making of this fic.
Actually that’s a lie, Buffy is hurt, just a teensy bit. But it’s ok, because it’s all in the name of good spanking kinky fun. Which is my second warning – SPANKING in here.
If you don’t like spanking, well I dare you to give this a go. If you still don’t like it then......well......I guess you can just spank me for wasting your time! (Yeah..........liiittle fetish of mine there!)
Chapter 1
Mr Pratt grit his teeth, taking a deep breath through his nose he slowly raised his eyes. Scanning the classroom for the source of his extreme irritation, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the person almost certain to be the culprit.
There she sat, like butter wouldn’t melt, his own personal little torturer. So innocent she looked with her sleek blonde bob and natural-look make up framing those pools of green eyes. So studious, her brows knit together, a small frown of concentration; her eyes seemingly glued to the page.
Maybe he was mistaken after all. She certainly didn’t appear to be chewing gum right now and she did seem engrossed in her work.
Beginning to turn away his head whipped back as his peripheral vision registered a sly upturn in the corner of her mouth. His gaze met hers, her smirk morphed into a grin, one eyebrow raised in challenge. She would be the death of him one of these days. How could someone look so innocent yet so self confidently alluring at the same time?
Sure, he was the teacher here, the one with the power, supposedly. He could demand an explanation. Order her to empty her mouth. Insist on knowing why she was so determined always to chew that damned gum, knowing not only that it was forbidden but also how deep a hatred he had for it.
Oh but there was the point wasn’t it? There was the exact reason that she did it. To her it was a game, a challenge, a battle of wills. If it wasn’t the gum it would be something else he had an equal abhorrence for, something which she knew would provoke him almost past patience.
This challenge, this battle of wills was also the very reason that he decided to approach this situation differently. No yelling, no demanding of explanations. He’d yet to actually catch her chewing and they both knew the point of this little game. He’d catch her at it fair and square, but she wouldn’t be getting the reaction she expected. Not yet anyway.
“Can I help you Summers?” He bit out caustically.
Her grin widened.
“No Sir. I’m just fine thanks.”
“Then get your head down and get on,” He snapped.
With a huge effort of will she resisted the urge to wink at him and did as she was told. Bending her head to her books she surreptitiously watched him from beneath her eyelashes.
As soon as his head bowed to his own work she returned to the game that had been amusing her for the last ten minutes. Smoothing her gum over her upper and lower front teeth, she sucked it in sharply through the gap producing a satisfyingly loud SNAP.
His head shot up and she could actually feel him glaring at her though she kept her head down, fighting to keep a huge grin from her face.
When she was sure he’d gone back to marking she blew the biggest bubble she could muster; idly wondering whether this would be the one to make him snap, the one to kick off the real fun.
The bubble popped and Buffy frowned when she got not the slightest response. Shrugging, she decided to go back to a tried and tested pet hate of his. She began to chew in earnest, doing so noisily and open-mouthed; making a loud squelching, slapping sound with the gum.
“Summers, get rid of it.”
Buffy pouted. He hadn’t even looked up! That was just downright unsatisfactory!
“Get rid of what Sir?” she batted her eyes innocently.
“You know damn well what young lady. I won’t have you chewing that AWFUL stuff in my classroom.” He still hadn’t looked up.
“Don’t know what you mean!” She claimed, snapping the gum again, her eyes dancing as she finally got a reaction.
His head had snapped up, catching her in the act of blowing another mammoth bubble.
“Stand up.” He barked.
Rolling her eyes she took her time bout laying down her pen and scraping back her chair. Standing, she looked him dead in the eye and grinned.
She could feel the eyes of every other student in the room on her. She could almost feel the adoration of half of them as well, the ones that thought she was a hero for having the guts to wind up the most formidable teacher in the school. The other half were agape at what they perceived as her blatant insanity. This was a teacher who scared all but the most ‘problem’ students witless.
Sometimes she wondered if even one of them had a clue what was really going on here. It seemed impossible to her that no one at all had noticed. The heat, tension and sparking lust which passed between them as she pushed his buttons was an almost tangible entity in the room.
Surely someone else could feel it?
How could they not sense it as he stepped around his desk heading towards where she stood, casually on one hip, blowing another bubble, the throb beginning in her most private place? Pulsing, echoing every step he took.
“Spit it out.” He said as he reached her and she realised he’d brought the wastepaper basket with him.
Looking up at him from under her lashes she slowly licked the remnants of the latest bubble off her lips.
His jaw ticked and his nostrils flared as he watched her tongue run over her lips before peaking out between her lips. The chewing gum balanced expertly on her taut and pointed tongue and he fought to banish the images that were conjured from looking at the pointed tip.
Plucking the gum from its perch she tossed it in the trash, smiling breezily and plopping back down into her seat.
The throb in her groin pulsed again as she began to wonder how he might ‘make an example of her’ this time. He knew she had a side that relished being the bad girl and it was one of his favourite ways of getting her even hotter; telling her off in front of the class. Sometimes humiliating her with childish punishments like standing in the corner or writing lines on the board.
Of course she’d fight him all the way; earning her the respect and awe of her classmates. Eventually though he always won; always outwitted her and she always played along.
Her stomach flipped as she looked up into the most malicious grin she’d ever seen on his face.
“No one told you to sit Summers. Get up. Now.”
With a dramatic sigh she repeated the chair scraping and slow climb to her feet. Her eyes were locked with his, an eyebrow raised in challenge the entire time. Here it comes. What’s your best shot Mr. Pratt? What are you going to do to your naughty little student that won’t get you sacked and make half of your class pass out with shock?
“Vice-Principals office. Now!”
She stared in disbelief at his outstretched arm, pointing her way out of the classroom. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! There should be banter, verbal parry and riposte, sultry and challenging looks, a build up of tension leaving them with wet panties and bulging trousers respectively.
Then it would be home time and they’d sneak off for hot lurid, seedy and very wrong (but oh soooo right) sex in his car. It was Tuesday, that’s how it always went! What the hell was he up to?
She considered refusing. Was that what he wanted? Less subtle provocation?
His mouth descended to about an inch from her ear.
“Now.” He said, low and rumbling, sending a mingled shiver and tingle down her neck her groin providing an answering flood of moisture into her panties.
Something about the way he said it told her he had some kind of plan. She couldn’t for the life of her work out what it might be, or for that matter why he was involving stuffy old Mr. Livingstone. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
School was nearly over so she gathered her things and headed to the front of the classroom, throwing him a confused look once her back was to the rest of the class.
“Toddle on now.” He smirked condescendingly and infuriatingly at her, making his fingers into little walking legs. Buffy scowled at him and left the room.
On her way to the office Buffy began to have a slight crisis of confidence. Was this his way of ending things? Of telling her he wasn’t into these games anymore? She might be an extremely sexually confident high school senior but she was, nevertheless, only a high school senior. He was all adult and mysterious and it’s not like they were big on the talking. How was she meant to know what this meant?
Their ‘relationship’ was based on an almost inhuman ability to sense each other’s needs and a truly amazing meeting of sexual appetites. Frankly it was hot, mind-numbing, usually fast and furious, hair-pulling, back-scratching, rough as you can handle sex. And she would die if it was taken away!
Surely he wouldn’t want to end that. Would he?
But then why the office sending?
If this wasn’t his way of ending it he was gonna have lumps punched out of him before the next time she fucked him silly. She may have adult desires but there was a good deal of sulky teenager in there too!
Buffy received the answers to her internal questions as she rounded the corner and looked up at the vice principals door and the handwritten note attached to it.
TBC........
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pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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