Page 52 of Sacred Blood

“You came in the bathroom this morning when I sent you to get cleaned up,” I growled.

She gasped and even though her eyes were focused forward on the wall, I saw them round with shock. “But how could you know?”

“Ah, so you admit it then.” I was already moving into the role of principal, enjoying her teetering on the edge of the unknown. I would lead this scene and see if she followed. “Miss Calabretta, in this school I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

A sigh left her body and she shifted slightly, jutting her chest a little forward. The position showed off her pebbled nipples pressing against the restraints of the fabric holding them. I wanted to reach out and pluck those ripened berries and twist them while she cried with pleasure, but I restrained myself. For now.

“Tell me, Gabriella, who owns your body?”

She licked her lips enticingly, lightly tugging the corner of her lower lip with her teeth before answering me. “You do, Sir.”

“Who owns your pleasure?”

She released a groan. “You, Principal Vitale.”

“That’s right, I do.” Wrapping the band of her underwear around my fingers, I yanked up, pulling the white cotton tight between her ass crack and those succulent pussy lips.

“Ah!”

“Did you pleasure yourself this morning while I was right outside the bathroom door?” I demanded, tugging harder.

“Yes, I did, Sir! I’m so sorry.”

I released her panties. “You aren’t yet, but you will be. Bend over the desk and grasp the other side. You will keep your hands there and stay in position or I will begin the count again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied and made her way over to the desk with her undies still tucked into her crack. I watched, amused, as Gaby rose onto her tiptoes, reaching across the desk to grasp the curved edge firmly in her hands. Her toes, now hovering off the floor, brought her into a position of compliance I very much enjoyed.

I quickly adjusted her skirt, which had partially fallen from the waistband, and tugged her underwear clean off. I inhaled her damp panties before depositing them in my pocket.

“Miss Calabretta, at this school, strict obedience is expected and you have broken that sacred trust. Therefore, I must deliver the school-issued code of conduct on punishment for an errant student. As such, you will receive ten strokes with the cane.”

Playing her part to the fullest, Gaby squeezed her buttocks tightly together and cried out, “Oh, but Sir, please have mercy, I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.”

This woman was damn perfection!

“You didn’t? My mistake. Then what did you mean to be when you outright disobeyed me by taking away the pleasure I’d promised to give you later if you behaved yourself?”

A little groan from Gabriella was telling of how much she enjoyed dipping her toes into a role.

“Thank you for the reminder, Miss Calabretta. You directly disobeyed my order and stole pleasure. You will have to receive ten with the school strop as well.”

A quick intake of breath from Gaby…now I had her full attention. She’d had plenty of time to get into character while preparing herself and waiting in the corner, and now her luscious backside squeezed in anticipation of the first stroke.

Opening the cabinet, I brought out two canes and took turns whipping them through the air, watching goosebumps appear on her skin as she listened to that incomplete sound, knowing that the next time she heard them slice through the air, it would end in a crack and a hot line of punishment across her ass.

Placing the cane across the top of her curvy rump, I leaned down, my mouth a mere breath away from her ear. “Tell me how long you have fantasized about this moment, played it over in your mind, maybe even rubbing and playing with your slick nub while you imagined being bent over.”

I expected her to shiver, to blush, to have to reach down through years of repression to find her voice, but no, she replied at once.

“Forever it seems, since I was a young girl stealing kisses from the gardener’s son, I’ve fantasized about all the ways a man could take me and give me the greatest pleasure. But not once, Tano, in all of my imagining, was it ever as good as this.” She tilted her head slightly, one eye balefully watching me. “I feel seen by you, Gaetano. For better or worse, you’re it for me.”

That was a huge confession for my girl, and I fully planned on rewarding her for it. “Get ready, Miss Calabretta. I don’t plan on disappointing you.”

Standing back, I chose the lighter of the two canes and brought it down so she felt the bite but not too much sting. My desire to play out this schoolgirl game had been replaced by an impulse to reward her for her honesty.

Down her backside I went, making one neat line after another while Gaby adjusted to the new implement. I decorated the tops of her thighs and made my way back up to the beginning. Switching my stance to the other side of her body, I repeated the strokes, first down and then up. When I was done delivering her warm-up, I placed the cane on her low back and put my hand on her ass, gently rubbing her glowing cheeks.

She kicked her legs when I slipped a finger into her soaking entrance and circled her nub, the cane almost slipping off.