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I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I groan in protest, I haven't had much sleep and need coffee.
I get up and walk lazily to the kitchen in my black lace thong and matching bra. I need my caffeine hit, I don't want to be a zombie today.
As I am boiling the kettle I look for my coffee, sugar and almond milk not noting the footsteps behind me.
As I turn to pour the hot water into my cup I see Mr. Stephens. I start to remember me asking him to live here and start to blush.
"Good morning," I said still half asleep.
"Go...good...morn...ing." His eyes are raking my body as I step out from behind the counter.
"What's the matter? Are you cold?" I hope I did keep the heating on last night, it was awfully cold.
"No you're just, you're just in your underwear." I can see his erection forming in his boxers. He turns to fix himself and I run to my room to put on a T-Shirt.
"Well I'm never letting that go," I laughed as I waked back in to get my coffee. He's obviously embarrassed at getting aroused by me in my underwear.
"Don't you dare tease me about this! I swear to God Noni!" He was shouting, still embarrassed.
"What're you gonna do, spank me?" I laughed and instantly regretted it as all of a sudden I feel hands around my waist. He places me on his lap and spanks me.
"Yes, I will. Are you going to be a good girl?" I am so turned on, if only he knew.
"I know now, and yes, you did say that out loud." He laughed as he placed me back on my feet. I can feel my face turning red.
"OOOOOOH is someone embarrassed?" He mocks.
"Shut the ef up," I shouted. He continued laughing.
"Okay, enough fun and games, we've got a lesson to attend," he said.
"Oh yeah, I have this really annoying teacher today, he really pisses me off," I mocked as I saw his face turn into a smirk. Realising my predicament I ran into my room screaming "you can't catch me," and locked the door behind me.
I got ready and wanted to wear something nice, I usually wear baggy clothes and today was an okay day. I went for a red playsuit that had a little slit down the cleavage. It was very cooling. I paired it with high heeled black ankle boots and put some eyeliner and mascara on. No foundation. I also put on my white kimono paired with my everyday rucksack.
Stepping into the kitchen I grabbed a banana, Mr. Stephens walked out and looking at me with seductive eyes. I stared at his physique, his muscles were toned and again he wore that tight blue shirt.
"Someone still needs a spanking," He said as he made his way to me.
I looked at the floor giggling "We have to go, it's almost time for our lesson," I said.
"Hmmmmm, well if you turn up late I will give you an extra spanking." He was being really naughty, he is my teacher after all.
"Well let's hope I won't be late." He was close enough that I could whisper it.
"Hmmm, I want you to be late, you do like it when I spank you after all." He was close enough to kiss me. His lips inched closer to mines and I closed my eyes, just as we were about to seal the deal my alarm went off telling me I only had ten minutes until Uni starts. Total cock blocker.
We arrived into Uni on time, I knew this was going to be a long day. Surprisingly though he was completely professional. We covered a lot today and he has even introduced me to new composers. The next few classes flew by and before I knew it I was home.
I entered the house to the smell of garlic and herbs. I love garlic.
"Do your thing hunni, I could feel from the start no no no, couldn't bare to be apart, yeah yeah yeah, once was cloudy now its clear, la de da de da de deeee" Mr. Stephens was singing, I crept in as silently as I could and listened to him singing to Christina. Considering we are at a University that only has classical music, this was weird to witness. He loves his instrumental music.
The song finished and I clapped. He was startled and looked nervous.
"Where you there the whole time?" He asked.
"Yeah, been here since the beginning" I laughed.
"But your class doesn't finish until 6, were you skipping class young lady!? " He asked pointing the wooden spoon in my direction, the sauce was going to drip.
"No, it finished early Mr. Stephens," I said. It did actually finish early, lucky for me.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Stephens in our home, Sam is fine."
"Okay, Sam..." I liked that, sexy name.
"So as I promised, I'm making dinner, how do you feel about spaghetti bolognese?" He seemed nervous, little does he know that spaghetti bolognese is my favourite meal. Time for some fun.
"But I can't have meat, I am vegan," I said, he looked upset and worried but before he could bin the food I ran up to him saying:
"I'm just kidding, it's actually my favourite meal, you really need to learn sarcasm," I said. This made him smile.
"Oh so you're lying to me, that deserves another spanking Noni," I was scared but not in a terrified way, I was scared because if he spanked me I wouldn't know where we would go from there.
"Can we please just eat? I'm starving," I pleaded. He agreed.
After dinner I washed the dishes and heard him wandering about.
"What's on your mind Mr. Ste... I mean Sam?"
"I don't have any clothes for tomorrow and don't have a car to get my clothes from my ex's house."
"I can take you if you want?" I offered
"Yes, please, thank you so much." He was so grateful
We drove to his old house, it looked expensive. He told me how much it cost and I was gob smacked, £2.4 million. His ex wife's family was millionaires so bought this house as a wedding present.
He walked like a dog with his tail between his legs to the from door and rung the doorbell. She answered, she was gorgeous, beautiful long brown hair and a slim physique. I couldn't see her eyes as she was too far away. He went into the house and 20 minutes later arrived with two large suitcases full, three backpacks and a laptop bag.
"Got enough stuff there?" I was shocked, thinking how he's going to be able to fit all those clothes in the house.
"You're funny. It's my music as well you know," I forgot about that part.
"I need to get my electric piano delivered too," He mentioned.
"Cool," I said, I just couldn't wait until I got home, I felt as though his ex was trying to kill me with her eyes.
"Is she staring at me?" I asked.
"Yeah, if looks could kill. She didn't like the fact that you're helping me with my stuff" He chuckled.
We got back home and he unpacked his things, it was only 8pm so I decided to write some music. The doorbell rang, it was the delivery men delivering the piano, they set it up in his room and I continued to write as he chaperoned the delivery men.
There was a part I got stuck at. I really needed help, thankfully there is a fully qualified composer right next door.
"Okay so move it to the fifth here and move the next phrase down a second, modulate it to the relative minor and maybe add a tierce de picardy?" He suggested.
"You're a fucking genius!" I screamed.
"Well obviously, I do have a PhD in this shit you know," He teased.
The rest of the night went on about us telling about ways to improve my music and before I knew it we fell asleep.