Below The Belt - Amelié
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Hello lovelies, here’s a teaser to a little something cooking in the docs.
No warnings, but it’s bdsm and 18+
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“Why does the rules never seem to apply to you, miss Rousseau? Why do you think you are the sole student in the entire Academy, who does not need to be in bed by 12th bell? Hm?” Miss Helve has the meanest voice in the world. She sounds like a knife point scraping along a crystal glass. Or like a cracked tooth on a brick. Or like a plastic bag, held tightly over your face, viciously smothering the life out of you while you kick your feet. She sounds like a nightmare.
And I fucking hate the bitch.
It’s a retorical question. I’m not supposed to answer before she orders me to.
WACK!
I yelp in pain and grab the edge of her polished desk tighter while the belt smacks over the top of my ass. She’s not hitting that hard, I’ve felt her hit hard, but the sting and the burn brings my eyes to tears.
“I’m sorry Miss Helve.” I say and sniff. When my eyes run, so does my nose. Fucking bitch cunt motherfucker!!
“Yes you are. Now tell me why you were not dressed in your nightgown and in bed but the 12th bell? Go ahead.”
Because I was fucking Adam Kingsley in the woods behind the tennis court. Riding home his beautiful old money cock like a fucking joggy at the track.
“I was studying at the library and time got away from me Miss Helve. Forgive me, Miss Helve.” Forgive me for pouring beetles in your bed tonight. Forgive me for jamming a needle in your shoe.
I smirk. The thought of childish revenge makes me so that. She can’t see my face though. Only my glowing red ass, flipped up skirt and flesh streaked with her belt marks.
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