"Get up, Keri," he said. He grabbed her under her arm and pulled her upward.

"Untie me," she grumped.

He did without protest and she heaved a sigh of relief as the cords came off her wrists.

"Is that it? Do I get my ninety-four now?"

"Nope, not yet."

"We're going to get caught," she whined, looking around at the door.

"Nobody uses this room until noon, as you no doubt knew from the schedule on the door. Still…"

"The first one brought you up to seventy, the blow-job up to eighty. If you want to go to ninety-four you'll have to do what I say."

"Well," she grumped. "I guess I don't have any choice."

"None at all, baby," he grinned.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to bend across my desk."

She looked down at his cock. It was soft. "What for?"

"I'm going to spank you."

She gazed at him in amazement, wondering if she'd heard right. "Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not, baby. You're a bad little girl and you need a good spanking."

"You're sick!"

"Not at all."

"I won't."

"You've been spanked before. You'll survive."

"I can go and tell the…"

"Tell who? It's your word against mine, Keri. I'll just say you're making it up. You'll come off looking like a lying bimbo. Mad at a teacher in a class you're getting poor grades."

She glared at him furiously.

"Bend over my desk so I can see those sweet little cheeks of yours."

"But…"

"Now! We don't have all fucking day!"

What was it he'd said? In for a penny, in for a pound? She bent across the desk.

"Grab the other side of the desk with your hands," he said.

She did and then gritted her teeth, waiting for his hand to fall, waiting for the slap and the sharp pain that would follow. Nothing happened at first. She turned to see Jaimeson staring at her ass, ogling her cheeks reverently.

"You're wasted on teenage boys, Keri. You ought to turn professional. Your body deserves a higher class of men." His hand slid over her buttocks, rubbing softly.