I'm Sorry, Sir

I glance nervously at the large crowd of people in the club, trembling, sweating. I take a small sip of the beer I've been nursing for the past couple hours, holding it with shaky hands. I watch my friends longingly as they dance and drink carelessly, and wonder how I must look, paranoid and cautious, incapable of enjoying myself under these circumstances.

My friend, Jamie, manages to break away from the throngs of people on the dance floor, and sits down beside me on a bar stool. She orders a round of Gibson's and notices my worried expression.

"Fucking relax, Patricia. Have some fun for once, and stop worrying about him. He'll never know you left."

Him. He's the reason I'm so freaked out. His name is Justin, and he works on the floor where my dormitory is at the academy, a strict private school for rich kids. My parents sent me here, and Justin was told to keep a close eye on me. I've been in trouble with him before. He's punished me.

"Jamie, I have a feeling he knows I'm gone. He told me he'd be checking my dorm tonight. God, I'm so stupid for leaving in the first place."

A sexy bartender gives Jamie the round of shots and she makes 3 disappear just like that. She eyes him flirtatiously and he grins back at her, winking. She turns back to me. "Have a drink. It'll help you calm down."

"I can't get drunk, or I'll have a hangover tomorrow and he'll know I left."

"Jesus, Trish! Why are you stressing out so much? It's not like you wouldn't enjoy it if he, you know, punished you." Jamie bites her lips and smiles.

Deep down, I know she's right. His curly chestnut brown hair, the stubble on his face, his muscular body, his hazel eyes. He's just so sexy. But all I can think about right now is the sound of his footsteps as he approaches me, slowly, cautiously, like a wild animal getting ready to pounce on its prey. His sensual voice, rough and gravelly, murmuring in my ear: "You should be punished."

I suddenly snap out of it as the song in the club ends and a bunch of friends stumble over, joining Jamie for shots.

I grab her arm. "Jamie, I think I'm gonna go."

She sighs. "Really? Can't you stay a bit longer?"

"No, I'm tired anyway." I lie, because I'm not tired. I have too much adrenaline pumping over the potential events that might be taking place very soon.

"I'll come with you. Let me grab someone who can give us a ride." Jamie then walks off, in search of a designated driver.

I go outside and wait for her. 5 minutes later she comes out with the bartender, his hand on her bum, guiding her to his car. I follow along, and get in the back seat while Jamie sits on the passenger side. As he drives, I notice Jamie's long, slender hand making its way to the crotch of his pants. I see his grin in the rearview mirror, and can barely make out his groans under the sound of the engine. I feel myself getting a little moist between my legs, and so I slip my hand silently under my dress, touching myself until we finally get to the academy.

"Is this it?" The bartender says.

"Yep, thanks for the ride." I say, and I step out, slamming the car door behind me.
As he speeds off, leaving behind a trail of exhaust, I make my way to the huge gates, and climb up and over. I have to make my way up a tree to get to the window to my dorm. It makes a loud, high-pitched squeaky sound as I open it, so I stop and wait to make sure I don't hear anyone stirring, anyone who overheard. Once I think the coast is clear, I step through the window into the dark room. I can't see a thing, so I make my way over to the other side of the dorm, and switch the light on. I turn and see Justin sitting there on my bed, a little smirk playing on his lips. My heart pounds wildly, I feel the hairs on my neck prick up.

"It's late." He simply says, and somehow those two tiny words confirm everything that's about to take place.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"You didn't have permission, did you?"

"No, sir."

"I told you not to sneak out."

He stands up silently and walks over. He looks me up and down, disappears behind me. I stay in place, shaking terribly. He whispers in my ear, "You shouldn't have disobeyed me, Patricia. I think you need to be taught a lesson..."

Suddenly, he grabs me and throws me to the wall. He pulls up my dress and spanks me over and over. Little moans escape my lips. I can feel his eyes, watching my ass, red as his hand strikes aganst it, in my tiny black lace thong.

"You deserve to be punished, don't you?" Justin hisses in my ear.

"Yes, sir."

"You're a naughty little girl."

He picks my up effortlessly and throws me onto the bed. He handcuffs me to the bed post. He gets on top of me and rips off my dress, tugs on my bra until it snaps. He twists my nipples until I scream, bites on my breasts.

He sits back and rubs his pants. "Beg for my cock." He orders.

"Please, sir, give me your cock." I say.

"I'm not sure you deserve it, after what you've done."

"Please."
He eyes me carefully and then pulls out his huge dick. It's already hard. He strokes the tip on my lips.

"Take it all." He demands.

I lean forward and take as much of it as I can in my mouth, which isn't the whole thing. He growls and shoves it deep down my throat, holding it there until I'm gagging and I can hardly breathe. I look up at him with wide, fear-stricken eyes, yet deep down, I'm excited. He pulls it out.

"That's more like it. Good girl."

Justin rips off my thong, and admires my naked body for a moment, stroking his cock. He notices my dripping pussy, the soaking bed sheets underneath me. He buries his dick deep into my ass, and I let out a scream. I can feel him, so deep that his balls are slapping against me. He stops to uncuff me and then roughly flips me over so I'm on all fours, and then he proceeds to fuck me in the ass. The pain gradually subsides, as my asshole stretches for his big cock, and pleasure begins to creep in. I let out soft, sensual little moans.

"Apoligize." He says.

"I'm sorry, sir." I cry out.

"Again."

"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I can feel myself approaching climax, and he notices my shaking. "Don't come."

"Please, sir."

"You don't come until I let you."

He reaches forward and strokes my clit, which makes it even harder. I shut my eyes tight and try hard not to orgasm, but I finally can't take it. I feel my whole body shaking and convulsing wildly, my pussy throbbing in delight.

He cums as well, I can feel the jizz dribbling out of my asshole, but then he grabs my chin and brings my face close to his.

"I thought I told you not to come."

"I'm sorry, sir."

He flips me over aggressivley, my body slams against the mattress. He cuffs me again and rams his cock deep into my pussy, fucking me hard and fast. My vagina throbs in my pain, I want to scream out, even though I'm only getting wetter. He looks me deep in my eyes.

"You want it, don't you? You like it when I stretch out your little cunt and your tight ass."

"Yes, sir. I do."

He grabs my legs and pushes them up incredibly high, right over my head. This only adds to the pain, but it's exciting. It helps me to see his cock better, fucking my pussy. He lets out grunts as he rams me harder and harder, until finally he pulls out and shoves his dick in my throat. I suck on it until he explodes, his hot load filling up my entire mouth.

"Swallow every last bit."

I do as he says, and show him my tongue afterward to prove it's gone.

He rubs his cock. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" He murmurs.

I watch him silently, stroking my own wet kitty, feeling the hole, stretched from the rough fucking.

"See you tomorrow night." He whispers in my ear.

And then he's gone.