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he'd used to hit the desk in class. Her pussy creamed just seeing it, an erotic icon burned into her brain. "Will you use that on me?"
    "Take all your clothes off." His tone was gruff and final.
    Never in her life had she done anything so naughty. Her body was on fire, so excited to take what Mr. Taylor offered. She obeyed, taking off her clothes layer by layer.
    When she looked back up he was only wearing a pair of low-cut black boxer briefs. His body was even more toned than she'd imagined. He pointed to his desk with the ruler, his face stoic.
    She bent over his desk, the cool wood making her bare nipples pebble when her breasts pressed against the hard surface. He parted her legs wider with his thigh.
    "Get ready for pain, Kaya. Don't bother screaming because you're the one fantasizing about me spanking you." How did he know?
    His wide ruler came down on her ass, a sharp snap of his wrist leaving her ass hot and throbbing. He repeated the action. She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't work. Mr. Taylor began to laugh sadistically, sending a shiver of fear through her body.
    "This is what you wanted, isn't it, Kaya? Did you think a man like me would actually want a little girl like you." More laughter.
    She turned around and sat on the desk, her ass sore and achy. Her nudity now embarrassed her. She covered her breasts and then looked around her realizing they weren't in his office at all, but in philosophy class. It was day time and all the students were watching them, watching her. She wanted to run and hide, be anywhere but the school.
    The alarm woke her, ripping her from her dream...or nightmare. She was exhausted from falling asleep so late. Those vivid dreams were driving her mad. They must be a result of her mind dealing with her lust for Mr. Taylor combined with all her fears and insecurities. Now that she was back in the waking world, her desire for him also returned. Even though her eyes burned and body cried out for her to stay cuddled in the warm nest of comforters. The only thing pushing her to hop in the shower was the thrill of going to school. Specifically philosophy class.
    Kaya closed her eyes and let the cool water rush over her hair and face. As she soaped up her body, running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach, she imagined Mr. Taylor’s hands caressing her. She'd felt so alone for most of her life and even more since the Eric incident. Kaya craved to connect with a man, to set down roots, to stop living like a feather floating on the breeze. Mr. Taylor promised stability, maturity, and the structure she lacked in her life. Her nipples pebbled and her clit began to throb. Damn, she wanted him to want her. He wasn’t some immature boy like Eric or Mike. He was mature, experienced, and unattainable. Her pussy clenched, demanding relief from the deep seated itch.
    Several loud hollow bangs on the door forced her to shut off the water before she even had a chance to tease her clit. It appeared she’d have to go through her day a horny mess.
    “Who is it?” she yelled, pulling back the plastic curtain. Her hair dripped down in rivulets.
    “Me. Hurry up, it’s time to go,” said Cynthia.
    “I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
    Kaya took more care in her appearance than usual, even adding makeup that she usually couldn't be bothered with—dark eyeliner and rich red lipstick.
    By the time she got to the foyer, Cynthia didn't look impressed. “Finally. I was about to leave without you.” She paused dead in her tracks to give Kaya the once over. “Oh my God. You look like a porcelain doll.”
    “That’s not a compliment.”
    Cynthia held the door open for her. “Of course it is.”
    “I’d rather sexy or irresistible.”
    “I’m sure Mike will have those thoughts in mind when he sees you, but you’re my best friend.”
    The short trip to the university was still long enough that Kaya couldn’t stand the unspoken questions racing through her mind.
    “So...did you have