Nova glared at Xavier, who was sitting opposite her in the canteen, but he seemed not to notice. The Academy's students, all in their late teens or early twenties, were some of the brightest minds of their generation, but out of all of them, Xavier was universally considered the best. Unfortunately, he was well aware. Tall, attractive, intelligent, charismatic, and incredibly pleased about all of it. Every time she saw her classmate’s smug grin, she wanted to punch him in the face.
Sable, one of the popular girls in class, was sitting next to him at the lunch table, batting her eyelashes as she asked him to explain one of his theories one more time. Nova felt like puking.
"Is it Monday you're starting your wilderness test? Or Tuesday?" Sable asked him at one point.
"Tonight, actually – not the way I would have preferred to spend my Friday, but at least I'll get it over with." The wilderness test was one of the Academy's more interesting trials. You were dropped at some seemingly random point in the nearby woods with a few supplies and had to find your way back. Navigation was the tricky part, and there was a competition to see who would make it back in the shortest time. Obviously, while the drop-off points were somewhat randomized, the distances were always the same, and the terrain not noticeably more difficult from one student to the next.
"Who's got the best time so far?" said Hartley, one of Xavier's friends. A handsome man, and far from stupid, but without Xavier's drive to excellence. "Does anyone know?"
"Me," Nova replied. The others looked at her as if suddenly noticing she was there. She could feel herself beginning to blush at the unaccustomed attention, and she did her best to fight it back.
"Well done… Nova," Xavier said, pausing as if trying to remember her name. She knew he had an excellent memory, so he was just being a jerk as usual. "How long?"
"34 hours," she replied, trying to sound like she didn’t think it was a big deal.
"Very good." Somehow, his grin grew smugger. "Let's see if I can do better." It was clear that he had no doubt he could – and everyone else would agree.
Having lost her appetite, Nova left the canteen. No one seemed to notice.
As Nova wandered down the hallways, an impish idea came to her. Xavier was not the kind of person who made his preparations last-minute – he had definitely packed his supplies already, and he had checked and double-checked that everything was there. But he probably wouldn't triple-check, would he? Not even Xavier was that obsessive. So, if some of his things were to mysteriously disappear from his pack, he'd probably have to try a little bit harder than usual.
Nova knew how to open the lock on his door – she'd messed with his notes before, on occasions when she’d been particularly annoyed with him. She made her way to his rooms, quickly picking the lock before anyone saw her. As she entered, she was once again irked by just how clean and tidy his quarters were. No one could live like that, could they?
She found his supplies. As expected, everything was packed and ready, stowed away in its right place in the backpack. She wondered what she should remove. Losing his knife could certainly be annoying. Should she take one of the food packs, forcing him to either forage or go hungry? She definitely wouldn't mess with the water – that was a bridge too far. There were probably some matchsticks that –
"Looking for something?" a cold voice said. She spun around and saw Xavier standing in the doorway, glaring at her. "I came to pick up a book that Sable wanted to borrow. I wasn't expecting to find a saboteur."
Nova tried to think of something to say, but she came up empty. She wondered if she could run past him, but he was probably too quick for her to manage that. He must have guessed what she was pondering, for he looked the door behind him, placing the key in his pocket. Her heart beat faster as she realized that there was no way out. She was locked in a small room with a very stern-looking man who was a head taller than her, and twice as strong. "I was just – " What? What should see say she was doing here? Looking for the bathroom? In his backpack?
"You were just stealing my supplies, hoping I wouldn't beat your score." He shook his head. "I knew you didn't like me – I've noticed you staring daggers – but I didn't think you'd stoop this low."
For some silly reason, her heart skipped a beat. He'd noticed her? "That's not – I wasn't –"
"Breaking into my quarters and stealing my notes is one thing," he scolded. "I don't really care – that's just cute." She blushed, both because he'd known about her pettiness and because he'd called her 'cute'. Or at least her actions, but that was close enough. "But this is serious, Nova."
"Oh? Suddenly you remember my name?" she snapped. She knew that riling him up right now was a terrible idea, but she couldn't help herself.
For a second, Xavier just stared, shocked at her audacity. He looked so silly standing there with his mouth open that she couldn't suppress a giggle. Collecting himself, he shook his head in disappointment. "This is not a laughing matter, Nova. You're about to face some consequences for your actions." He moved toward her, the look on his face making her step backwards to keep her distance, until she stood with her back to the wall, trapped and defenceless. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her forwards.
In her mind's eye, she could see herself being dragged to the office, where he'd tell the administration about what she'd done. Breaking into another student's quarters was bad enough, but messing with his supplies before the wilderness trial? She'd be expelled, for sure. She pictured her entire career collapsing before her eyes, and she had to hold back a tear. She'd been so stupid!
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't notice him moving her towards the couch and sitting down. She only woke from her stupor when he jerked her forward, pulling her over his lap. As she stared down at the stylish, recently-cleaned carpet, she felt his right arm circling her slim waist and his left hand gently patting the seat of her uniform trousers. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized what was happening.
Xavier was going to spank her.
She was too shocked to protest. He couldn't do this! This was too much. Being bent over her classmate's lap and having her bottom smacked? These things simply did not happen!
He lifted his hand, delivering a set of hard slaps to her soft bottom, and she squealed. A grim expression on his face, he smacked her backside hard and fast. She tried her best to wriggle free, but his right arm held her firm, and he continued spank her soundly. "You can't do this!" she squeaked.
"You break into my room, try to steal my supplies, and then give me lip about it?" he scolded, his firm hand continuing its barrage. "You should thank me for dealing with this myself – would you rather be expelled?"
In truth, she would rather take a spanking than an expulsion any day, but she didn't want to admit that. "This isn't right! I'm a grown woman!"
"And when you act like it, you'll be treated like one."
The heat in her seat was rapidly rising, and she winced as his firm palm struck her soft skin. "Ouch! Not so hard – I've never been spanked before," she whined.
"That explains a lot. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't be breaking into people's rooms and stealing their stuff," he lectured. His hand continued to rise and fall, and she squirmed. The burning sting was growing with every firm smack, and she could feel tears at the edges of her eyes. How could a human hand be so hard?
To her dismay, Xavier suddenly grabbed the hem of her trousers, starting to pull them down. Nova tried to fight back, but he was much too strong. But far, far worse than that, Nova suddenly realized that part of her was enjoying the whole experience.
Obviously, being spanked was painful, not to mention incredibly humiliating. She was bent over his lap like a misbehaving child, and he was smacking her poor bottom! But there was something exciting about being dominated by the stern young man – being held down, undressed, scolded, and spanked. Despite the pain, she could feel herself growing wet, and prayed he didn't notice. That would be TOO humiliating.
He rubbed the seat of her soft satin panties. They were not part of the uniform, but she'd considered it unlikely that anyone would see them, and wearing them felt good. As he continued to spank her, Nova cried out, kicking her legs. Her sheer panties provided significantly less protection than her thick uniform trousers.
As she squirmed over his lap, Xavier continued to lecture her. "It's frankly unbelievable. You're so worried that someone will do better than you at the trials, you're willing to cheat? How petty! How childish!"
"You don't understand," she squealed, fighting harder than ever to hold the tears back. "You're diligent, you're smart, you're popular, you're handsome – " She winced at her words, wishing she could take that last part back.
"Flattery will get you nowhere." He smirked. "But don't stop trying."
"This is the only thing I've been good at so far! And you're going to take that away from me as well – I just know it," she said, gasping as a particularly hard smack struck. Xavier had not stopped spanking her as they talked.
He sighed. "If you're not satisfied with being second best, you should either try harder or learn to live with it. Cheating is not the answer. Do you really think I get everything I ever want?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I don't," he told her. "And when I fail, I accept it with grace and maturity, and try to do better next time."
She winced, kicking her legs. "You know, it's very difficult to have this conversation while you're spanking my poor bottom. Can you let me up?"
"No, but I'm willing to postpone the discussion until after you've had the good, hard, bare-bottom spanking you've earned," he told her. "Speaking of which –"
Utterly horrified, she felt him place his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She opened her mouth to protest, to beg to be allowed to keep the last defence of her modesty, but she was too shocked to speak as he undressed her. He paused, staring in confusion. "Are you enjoying this!?"
"What? No, of course not," she insisted.
"You're soaking wet," he said drily.
She blushed. "No! No, I'm not."
She squealed as his fingers touched her sex, then whimpered pitifully when he cruelly withdrew them. "I beg to differ. Maybe this spanking won't be as effective as punishment as I first imagined," he said thoughtfully.
"Does that mean you'll stop?" She'd meant for it to sound hopeful, but there was an undeniable tinge of disappointment in her voice.
"…No, I think I'll keep going," he decided, and he lifted his hand.
To her surprise, spankings on the bare were much more painful than spankings on the panties, despite the sheerness of the material. But while the burning pain was hard to take, the fact that he'd seen her wetness was far worse. How shameful! How humiliating! And the embarrassment only made her wetter, which exacerbated the problem.
Nova howled as his hard hand continued to slam down on her poor, unprotected posterior. This was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced! The tears she'd been trying to hold back were now flowing freely, and she was doing her best to squirm of his lap, but his arm held her firmly.
Nova's bottom was bright red and throbbing by the time he helped her up. "Now, I think we'll have you stand in timeout for a while," he said, pointing her towards the nearest corner and sending her on her way with a final smack to her burning butt. "Nose to the wall, hands on your head." She shuffled into the corner, obediently assuming the position. With her rear end throbbing painfully, she had no intention of disobeying.
As the minutes slowly dragged on, Nova bit her lip, wincing. There was a fire down there that she was desperate to soothe. "May I rub?" she begged pitifully.
"No," he said sternly. "I want your bottom to keep burning."
"Um. That's not where I meant," she admitted, blushing.
His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Oh! I forgot for a second just what a naughty, dirty girl you are. Come out of the corner – but don't rub… anything." Blushing more than ever, she turned around, and he patted his knee. "Come sit on my lap."
Still too sore to even think about disobeying him, Nova shuffled forwards. Gingerly, she lowered herself unto his knee, wincing as her sore rear landed.
"Hands behind your back," he commanded, and she obeyed immediately. He took a strip of cloth, firmly tying her wrists. She was sitting on Xavier's lap with her trousers and panties around her ankles, her hands tied behind her back, and a sore, red bottom. Her day had certainly taken an interesting turn. "Spread your legs," instructed. She blushed and did as he ordered.
His hand started to creep up her thigh. She shivered, almost telling him to stop, but she didn't. She wasn't sure she wanted him to. He was in command, and that was damned sexy.
Slowly, but with determination, his fingers entered her, causing her to gasp. She moaned as he began to stimulate her. She should have known that he'd be as good at this as he was at everything else.
"You know, I'm not sure we have dealt with all of your naughtiness today. I think you should come back next Friday so I can spank you again," he whispered in her ear, grinning.
She shook her head, blushing even more. "No, no. I'm not sure that –"
"No? Oh, well." He withdrew his hand, sighing.
"Please! Don't stop! Please!" she whimpered. Why did he have to be so cruel? And why did it make her so horny?
"Do you need another spanking next week?" he pressed.
"Yes! Yes, I need another spanking! Definitely. More spankings. Please don't leave me like this!" she begged. Obligingly, he began to finger her again.
"Maybe once won't be enough," he said as she grew closer to orgasm. "Maybe you should come here EVERY Friday from now on. Just to make sure you behave yourself, of course." Unable to form words at this point, she just shook her head at this idea. In response, he drew his hand back again. She wailed, whining like an unhappy puppy. "Did you change your mind?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes! Spanking every week! Great idea! Let's do it! Now please –" She moaned as he entered her yet again.
"I think you need a phrase to say when you come to see me, to make sure there's no misunderstanding. How about ' Please put me over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking, master'? Does that sound good to you?"
Nova did not have Xavier's renowned intelligence, but she was capable of basic pattern recognition, and she knew what he'd do if she refused. As close as she was, the thought of not being allowed release was unbearable, so she nodded. She would enthusiastically agree to literally anything he suggested at this point.
"Great! That's settled, then," he said with the most wicked grin she'd ever seen. "Now, say it."
Nova was so red-faced with embarrassment that she almost passed out, but she managed to croak "Please, master, put me over your knee and spank me hard!" She really , really hoped these walls were too thick for anyone to hear her.
"…Not quite what I told you to say, Nova, but very good under these difficult circumstances," he chuckled. "Good girl."
Nova wasn't entirely sure whether it was his magnificent fingers, or her burning bottom, or the humiliation of being forced to say such an embarrassing sentence, or just having him calling her a good girl – probably, it was a combination of several or all of these. Either way, she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In the aftermath, she was so ecstatic and disoriented, she didn't even notice him turning her around and bending her over her knee again, her bare bottom raised high over his lap. It was only when the first sound smacks landed on her already-sore rear that she woke from her stupor. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I should give you what you want, shouldn't I?" he said with a cruel grin.
As Xavier rained firm spanks down on her burning bottom, Nova squirmed, howled, and thanked her lucky stars for her wicked little idea of sneaking into his room.
Sable, one of the popular girls in class, was sitting next to him at the lunch table, batting her eyelashes as she asked him to explain one of his theories one more time. Nova felt like puking.
"Is it Monday you're starting your wilderness test? Or Tuesday?" Sable asked him at one point.
"Tonight, actually – not the way I would have preferred to spend my Friday, but at least I'll get it over with." The wilderness test was one of the Academy's more interesting trials. You were dropped at some seemingly random point in the nearby woods with a few supplies and had to find your way back. Navigation was the tricky part, and there was a competition to see who would make it back in the shortest time. Obviously, while the drop-off points were somewhat randomized, the distances were always the same, and the terrain not noticeably more difficult from one student to the next.
"Who's got the best time so far?" said Hartley, one of Xavier's friends. A handsome man, and far from stupid, but without Xavier's drive to excellence. "Does anyone know?"
"Me," Nova replied. The others looked at her as if suddenly noticing she was there. She could feel herself beginning to blush at the unaccustomed attention, and she did her best to fight it back.
"Well done… Nova," Xavier said, pausing as if trying to remember her name. She knew he had an excellent memory, so he was just being a jerk as usual. "How long?"
"34 hours," she replied, trying to sound like she didn’t think it was a big deal.
"Very good." Somehow, his grin grew smugger. "Let's see if I can do better." It was clear that he had no doubt he could – and everyone else would agree.
Having lost her appetite, Nova left the canteen. No one seemed to notice.
As Nova wandered down the hallways, an impish idea came to her. Xavier was not the kind of person who made his preparations last-minute – he had definitely packed his supplies already, and he had checked and double-checked that everything was there. But he probably wouldn't triple-check, would he? Not even Xavier was that obsessive. So, if some of his things were to mysteriously disappear from his pack, he'd probably have to try a little bit harder than usual.
Nova knew how to open the lock on his door – she'd messed with his notes before, on occasions when she’d been particularly annoyed with him. She made her way to his rooms, quickly picking the lock before anyone saw her. As she entered, she was once again irked by just how clean and tidy his quarters were. No one could live like that, could they?
She found his supplies. As expected, everything was packed and ready, stowed away in its right place in the backpack. She wondered what she should remove. Losing his knife could certainly be annoying. Should she take one of the food packs, forcing him to either forage or go hungry? She definitely wouldn't mess with the water – that was a bridge too far. There were probably some matchsticks that –
"Looking for something?" a cold voice said. She spun around and saw Xavier standing in the doorway, glaring at her. "I came to pick up a book that Sable wanted to borrow. I wasn't expecting to find a saboteur."
Nova tried to think of something to say, but she came up empty. She wondered if she could run past him, but he was probably too quick for her to manage that. He must have guessed what she was pondering, for he looked the door behind him, placing the key in his pocket. Her heart beat faster as she realized that there was no way out. She was locked in a small room with a very stern-looking man who was a head taller than her, and twice as strong. "I was just – " What? What should see say she was doing here? Looking for the bathroom? In his backpack?
"You were just stealing my supplies, hoping I wouldn't beat your score." He shook his head. "I knew you didn't like me – I've noticed you staring daggers – but I didn't think you'd stoop this low."
For some silly reason, her heart skipped a beat. He'd noticed her? "That's not – I wasn't –"
"Breaking into my quarters and stealing my notes is one thing," he scolded. "I don't really care – that's just cute." She blushed, both because he'd known about her pettiness and because he'd called her 'cute'. Or at least her actions, but that was close enough. "But this is serious, Nova."
"Oh? Suddenly you remember my name?" she snapped. She knew that riling him up right now was a terrible idea, but she couldn't help herself.
For a second, Xavier just stared, shocked at her audacity. He looked so silly standing there with his mouth open that she couldn't suppress a giggle. Collecting himself, he shook his head in disappointment. "This is not a laughing matter, Nova. You're about to face some consequences for your actions." He moved toward her, the look on his face making her step backwards to keep her distance, until she stood with her back to the wall, trapped and defenceless. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her forwards.
In her mind's eye, she could see herself being dragged to the office, where he'd tell the administration about what she'd done. Breaking into another student's quarters was bad enough, but messing with his supplies before the wilderness trial? She'd be expelled, for sure. She pictured her entire career collapsing before her eyes, and she had to hold back a tear. She'd been so stupid!
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't notice him moving her towards the couch and sitting down. She only woke from her stupor when he jerked her forward, pulling her over his lap. As she stared down at the stylish, recently-cleaned carpet, she felt his right arm circling her slim waist and his left hand gently patting the seat of her uniform trousers. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized what was happening.
Xavier was going to spank her.
She was too shocked to protest. He couldn't do this! This was too much. Being bent over her classmate's lap and having her bottom smacked? These things simply did not happen!
He lifted his hand, delivering a set of hard slaps to her soft bottom, and she squealed. A grim expression on his face, he smacked her backside hard and fast. She tried her best to wriggle free, but his right arm held her firm, and he continued spank her soundly. "You can't do this!" she squeaked.
"You break into my room, try to steal my supplies, and then give me lip about it?" he scolded, his firm hand continuing its barrage. "You should thank me for dealing with this myself – would you rather be expelled?"
In truth, she would rather take a spanking than an expulsion any day, but she didn't want to admit that. "This isn't right! I'm a grown woman!"
"And when you act like it, you'll be treated like one."
The heat in her seat was rapidly rising, and she winced as his firm palm struck her soft skin. "Ouch! Not so hard – I've never been spanked before," she whined.
"That explains a lot. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't be breaking into people's rooms and stealing their stuff," he lectured. His hand continued to rise and fall, and she squirmed. The burning sting was growing with every firm smack, and she could feel tears at the edges of her eyes. How could a human hand be so hard?
To her dismay, Xavier suddenly grabbed the hem of her trousers, starting to pull them down. Nova tried to fight back, but he was much too strong. But far, far worse than that, Nova suddenly realized that part of her was enjoying the whole experience.
Obviously, being spanked was painful, not to mention incredibly humiliating. She was bent over his lap like a misbehaving child, and he was smacking her poor bottom! But there was something exciting about being dominated by the stern young man – being held down, undressed, scolded, and spanked. Despite the pain, she could feel herself growing wet, and prayed he didn't notice. That would be TOO humiliating.
He rubbed the seat of her soft satin panties. They were not part of the uniform, but she'd considered it unlikely that anyone would see them, and wearing them felt good. As he continued to spank her, Nova cried out, kicking her legs. Her sheer panties provided significantly less protection than her thick uniform trousers.
As she squirmed over his lap, Xavier continued to lecture her. "It's frankly unbelievable. You're so worried that someone will do better than you at the trials, you're willing to cheat? How petty! How childish!"
"You don't understand," she squealed, fighting harder than ever to hold the tears back. "You're diligent, you're smart, you're popular, you're handsome – " She winced at her words, wishing she could take that last part back.
"Flattery will get you nowhere." He smirked. "But don't stop trying."
"This is the only thing I've been good at so far! And you're going to take that away from me as well – I just know it," she said, gasping as a particularly hard smack struck. Xavier had not stopped spanking her as they talked.
He sighed. "If you're not satisfied with being second best, you should either try harder or learn to live with it. Cheating is not the answer. Do you really think I get everything I ever want?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I don't," he told her. "And when I fail, I accept it with grace and maturity, and try to do better next time."
She winced, kicking her legs. "You know, it's very difficult to have this conversation while you're spanking my poor bottom. Can you let me up?"
"No, but I'm willing to postpone the discussion until after you've had the good, hard, bare-bottom spanking you've earned," he told her. "Speaking of which –"
Utterly horrified, she felt him place his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She opened her mouth to protest, to beg to be allowed to keep the last defence of her modesty, but she was too shocked to speak as he undressed her. He paused, staring in confusion. "Are you enjoying this!?"
"What? No, of course not," she insisted.
"You're soaking wet," he said drily.
She blushed. "No! No, I'm not."
She squealed as his fingers touched her sex, then whimpered pitifully when he cruelly withdrew them. "I beg to differ. Maybe this spanking won't be as effective as punishment as I first imagined," he said thoughtfully.
"Does that mean you'll stop?" She'd meant for it to sound hopeful, but there was an undeniable tinge of disappointment in her voice.
"…No, I think I'll keep going," he decided, and he lifted his hand.
To her surprise, spankings on the bare were much more painful than spankings on the panties, despite the sheerness of the material. But while the burning pain was hard to take, the fact that he'd seen her wetness was far worse. How shameful! How humiliating! And the embarrassment only made her wetter, which exacerbated the problem.
Nova howled as his hard hand continued to slam down on her poor, unprotected posterior. This was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced! The tears she'd been trying to hold back were now flowing freely, and she was doing her best to squirm of his lap, but his arm held her firmly.
Nova's bottom was bright red and throbbing by the time he helped her up. "Now, I think we'll have you stand in timeout for a while," he said, pointing her towards the nearest corner and sending her on her way with a final smack to her burning butt. "Nose to the wall, hands on your head." She shuffled into the corner, obediently assuming the position. With her rear end throbbing painfully, she had no intention of disobeying.
As the minutes slowly dragged on, Nova bit her lip, wincing. There was a fire down there that she was desperate to soothe. "May I rub?" she begged pitifully.
"No," he said sternly. "I want your bottom to keep burning."
"Um. That's not where I meant," she admitted, blushing.
His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Oh! I forgot for a second just what a naughty, dirty girl you are. Come out of the corner – but don't rub… anything." Blushing more than ever, she turned around, and he patted his knee. "Come sit on my lap."
Still too sore to even think about disobeying him, Nova shuffled forwards. Gingerly, she lowered herself unto his knee, wincing as her sore rear landed.
"Hands behind your back," he commanded, and she obeyed immediately. He took a strip of cloth, firmly tying her wrists. She was sitting on Xavier's lap with her trousers and panties around her ankles, her hands tied behind her back, and a sore, red bottom. Her day had certainly taken an interesting turn. "Spread your legs," instructed. She blushed and did as he ordered.
His hand started to creep up her thigh. She shivered, almost telling him to stop, but she didn't. She wasn't sure she wanted him to. He was in command, and that was damned sexy.
Slowly, but with determination, his fingers entered her, causing her to gasp. She moaned as he began to stimulate her. She should have known that he'd be as good at this as he was at everything else.
"You know, I'm not sure we have dealt with all of your naughtiness today. I think you should come back next Friday so I can spank you again," he whispered in her ear, grinning.
She shook her head, blushing even more. "No, no. I'm not sure that –"
"No? Oh, well." He withdrew his hand, sighing.
"Please! Don't stop! Please!" she whimpered. Why did he have to be so cruel? And why did it make her so horny?
"Do you need another spanking next week?" he pressed.
"Yes! Yes, I need another spanking! Definitely. More spankings. Please don't leave me like this!" she begged. Obligingly, he began to finger her again.
"Maybe once won't be enough," he said as she grew closer to orgasm. "Maybe you should come here EVERY Friday from now on. Just to make sure you behave yourself, of course." Unable to form words at this point, she just shook her head at this idea. In response, he drew his hand back again. She wailed, whining like an unhappy puppy. "Did you change your mind?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes! Spanking every week! Great idea! Let's do it! Now please –" She moaned as he entered her yet again.
"I think you need a phrase to say when you come to see me, to make sure there's no misunderstanding. How about ' Please put me over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking, master'? Does that sound good to you?"
Nova did not have Xavier's renowned intelligence, but she was capable of basic pattern recognition, and she knew what he'd do if she refused. As close as she was, the thought of not being allowed release was unbearable, so she nodded. She would enthusiastically agree to literally anything he suggested at this point.
"Great! That's settled, then," he said with the most wicked grin she'd ever seen. "Now, say it."
Nova was so red-faced with embarrassment that she almost passed out, but she managed to croak "Please, master, put me over your knee and spank me hard!" She really , really hoped these walls were too thick for anyone to hear her.
"…Not quite what I told you to say, Nova, but very good under these difficult circumstances," he chuckled. "Good girl."
Nova wasn't entirely sure whether it was his magnificent fingers, or her burning bottom, or the humiliation of being forced to say such an embarrassing sentence, or just having him calling her a good girl – probably, it was a combination of several or all of these. Either way, she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In the aftermath, she was so ecstatic and disoriented, she didn't even notice him turning her around and bending her over her knee again, her bare bottom raised high over his lap. It was only when the first sound smacks landed on her already-sore rear that she woke from her stupor. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I should give you what you want, shouldn't I?" he said with a cruel grin.
As Xavier rained firm spanks down on her burning bottom, Nova squirmed, howled, and thanked her lucky stars for her wicked little idea of sneaking into his room.
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