PT 12: Spanked Sorry

You can’t believe you just came over Instructor Terra’s lap. You find yourself totally mute as your brain searches and fails to find something appropriate to say.

“Sorry,” you end up whimpering in a just barely audible voice. “I didn’t mean to…”

Terra runs her hand over your bare bottom, then grabs the waistband of your pants and panties and to your immense relief, pulls them back up.

“Sit up,” she says.

You stand up from her lap, your legs feeling more than a little weak, your face flushed with embarrassment. You can’t bring yourself to look at her.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat yourself, hanging your head so your hair falls into your eyes and provides you some cover from Terra’s magnetic gaze.

“It’s alright,” she says. “You can’t help your reaction. It’s kind of cute.”

Cute? That’s it. You are going to sink right into the floor.

“Uhm. I am sorry for wasting your time,” you say. “I, uhm, will just take my fail.”

You want to run away so badly. But Terra reaches out and takes your hand.

“Look at me, cadet.”

You shake your head a little. You can never look at her ever again. Ever. Ever. Again. Right now your butt is still stinging and hot, your clit is tingling and you don’t know how you’re going to make it out of here without melting down into a puddle of pure humiliation.

She rises from her chair and stands next to you.

“Look at me,” she repeats.

You can’t. You just can’t.

Her fingers slide underneath your chin and lift your face to hers. There’s no avoiding her aurora blue gaze now, even as your stomach churns with embarrassed nerves.

“You’re not in trouble,” she repeats, her eyes warm. “And your… reaction, is not your fault. Nor was it entirely an accident.”

Your mouth falls open as you stare at her. Not an accident? What does that mean?

She smiles and pulls her fingers away from your chin. “I didn’t intend to give you pleasure,” she explains. “But you respond to pain, and when I realized that, I wanted to see how far I could take you.”

“So, that was an experiment to you?” Your hot blush starts to turn to anger rather than embarrassment. You felt so guilty when you climaxed over her thighs, and now it turns out she intended for that to happen all along!?

“Settle down, cadet,” she warns. “I am not toying with you. I cannot train someone I do not understand. I understand you better now.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Well,” you say. “That’s good. Because I don’t understand you at all.”

(No poll today 🙂 But the story continues tomorrow!)