24

Oakley.
Eva clears her throat, looking mortified that I noticed the vibrator. Quickly, she scrambles over and grabs it, shoving it into the nightstand. “I wasn’t expecting company,” she mutters, looking adorable when she turns that deep pink color.
“Tell me what you’ve learned these past two weeks in our classes.”
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip before she sighs. “I’ve learned that you enjoy inflicting pain.” She shrugs. “That’s about the sum of it.”
I narrow my eyes. “That is all?”
She nods in response, keeping her chin held high. “Pretty much.”
“You’re supposed to be learning that lying has consequences.”
“I know lying had consequences, but I’ve told you I’m not lying.”
I run a hand through my hair. “Perhaps I need to take a different approach.”
Eva’s throat bobs softly. “What kind of approach?”
I glare at her. “I’m not certain yet.” I turn around, knowing that being in her room with her is extremely dangerous. “Follow me.”
“But, I’m not dressed.”
I don’t turn around. “Grab a robe and follow me.” When she doesn’t move, irritation claws at my insides.
After a few beats of silence, she rushes over to her bathroom door and grabs a robe, slipping it on.
“Where are we going?” She asks.
“No questions,” I say as I lead her out of her bedroom and down the corridor.
I walk toward the adjoining chapel of the school, knowing two boys got into a bloody fight last night. Eva isn’t responding to physical pain, but perhaps forcing her to scrub blood off the floor might have a better result.
The moment we enter, Eva gasps at the blood splattering the floor. “What happened here?” Her eyes are wide as I glance at her over my shoulder.
“Two boys fought last night.” I grab a bucket and scrubbing brush out of the closet. “Fill this up from the tap.” I nod at a small sink toward the back. “And get to work.”
Eva’s eyes move between the bucket and my face multiple times before she sighs and grabs it off me. She’s on the mend from her injuries, so being on her hands and knees for half an hour shouldn’t be much trouble.
I sit on the pew directly in front of the bloodstains, watching as she fills her bucket. If she’s surprised by me sitting so close, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she pulls her white gown off and places it next to me, giving me a pointed look. “I don’t want blood on it,” she says before sinking to her knees with a slight grimace and scrubbing the bloodstained floor.
My body blazes with heat at the sight of her in that slip.
Eva is bent over with her back to me, which gives me a tantalizing view of her pretty little ass and pussy nestled between her thighs, even if the sheer fabric somewhat obscures it.
I rub a hand over my cock, cussing under my breath. It strains against the bounds of my pants, yearning to be freed and buried in my pupil’s tight virgin pussy. The obscenity of having such disgusting thoughts in the school chapel only turns me on more.
I’m going to hell.
When I’m certain she can’t see, I rub myself through my pants harder. The desire to pull my cock out and masturbate until I reach my peak and then shoot my cum over her full ass is so strong, but I don’t allow my desire to rule me.
Instead, I clench my jaw tight and remain satisfied with the gentle rub of my hand over my aching length.
Eva moves around innocently, peering over her shoulder now and then. Her butt wiggles from side to side as she scrubs, making me so hard it feels like I might die if I don’t find my release.
I clear my throat and speak, hoping it will distract me. “Tell me, Eva. Did you have similar punishments at your last school?”
Her brow furrows as she glances at me over her shoulder. “Of course not. It was a normal school.”
“Surely, teachers punished pupils for bad behavior.”
“Never me. I’ve never been punished until I came to this hellhole.”
Her sincerity is refreshing, but it irritates me that every time she speaks her mind, it only makes me want her more. “Is that right? I find it hard to believe.”
She turns her attention back to the spot she’s cleaning. “I don’t care if you believe it or not. It’s the truth. Something you have no regard for.”
I’ve never allowed a pupil to speak to me the way she does, and yet, no part of me wants to punish her for it. I want my sick and twisted way with her.
“You missed a spot,” I say, pointing to a small splatter of blood in an area she’d moved away from.
Her eyes narrow, and then she crawls over to it, facing me, huffing under her breath. I stifle a groan at the sight of her hard nipples, pointing through the almost sheer fabric.
“What was that?” I snap.
She shakes her head, smiling innocently. “Nothing, sirI mean, Oak.”
I grip hold of the pew beneath me so hard it’s a wonder the wood doesn’t bow and snap as she turns her full attention back to the job at hand. The next fifteen minutes are sheer torture as I save every image of her on all fours in my mental picture gallery, holding them in my memories so I can work out my frustration straight after we’re finished.
With five minutes to spare, Eva stands and announces, “Finished.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Have you learned your lesson yet?” I ask.
Eva glares at me. “Not sure what lesson it is I’m supposed to be learning. I’ve told you the truth, and it’s you that isn’t accepting it.”
I flex my fingers, wondering why she doesn’t tell a little white lie and be done with it.
Is she that incapable of bending the truth?
“Come here,” I order, glancing briefly at the clock on the wall. If I’m too long, Eva will be very late for her next class, as she needs to get dressed. “Over my knee, Eva.”
Her body turns rigid. “Sorry?”
I flex my fingers to stop myself from grabbing her and forcing her over it. “I said, over my knee.”
“I heard you, but that-”
I grab her wrist hard and yank her across my lap, groaning as I feel her wriggle against the press of my erection. The scent of her so close makes it impossible to control myself as I lightly lift the hem of her nightgown.
She fights against me. “Oak, I don’t have any panties on.”
“Good,” I growl, lifting the hem right to her hips.
She glances at me from over her shoulder, brow furrowed. “Where is the ruler?” She asks, her voice so quiet.
The dark, monstrous part of me delights in the sound. “I forgot it, so my hand will have to do.”
Her eyes widen. “Isn’t that a little-”
My hand lands on her right cheek before she can finish the question.
Eva recoils, squealing softly. The sensation of my hand striking her is no doubt different from the wooden ruler I’ve used on her for the past two weeks. It’s impossible to deny the need to caress her ass cheeks in my hands, stroking the skin after each spank.
Eva’s thighs tremble as her arousal glistens between her thick thighs. It takes all my willpower not to touch her there, not to bury my face in her pretty little cunt.
Eva has control over me that’s she not even aware of. Each time I punish her, I feel a little more of my control slip. I know I should put a stop to her daily lessons, but it’s as if I’m powerless.
“Oak,” she practically moans my name, making my cock throb against her abdomen. She wriggles again, trying to fucking kill me.
“What?” I rasp, struggling to maintain my position as an authoritative figure rather than a lover. I want to tell her to moan my name while I fuck the innocence right out of her on the chapel floor.
Her thighs clench together. “I’ve already told you the truth,” she breathes.
“Wrong answer,” I say before bringing my hand down on her ass again, allowing my fingers to move closer to her center. “Stand. Up.” I grit out. If I don’t stop now, I will impale myself in the sweet, innocent little virgin before she can say the word no.
Eva trembles as she returns to her feet, straightening up. She reaches to pull the hem of her nightgown down, but I grab her wrist to stop her.
“No,” I order.
I can feel the tenuous grip on my control slipping as I take in the beautiful sight of her so bare for me. A few moments tick by as memorize it like a masterpiece of art. When I move my eyes back to her face, I realize where her eyes are fixated; on the thick outline of my erection.
I clear my throat, snapping her out of it. “You are dismissed.”
Eva’s eyes flash with disappointment as she licks her lips before nodding. She pulls the hem of her slip down, grabs the robe, and wraps it around herself. Without another word, she rushes away from the chapel and meaway from the monster who wants to devour her whole and spit out her fucking bones.
If Eva knew the truth, she’d run for her life and never look back.