ROSY CHEEKS
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Vicki McClay wants one thing for Christmas—Mr. Robertson. While sucking on a juicy red lollipop and dressed in a short plaid skirt, killer heels and pigtails, she sets her plan in motion. Vicki struts into his office offering lip service to the straight laced teacher in exchange for a passing grade in algebra, but he will not be bribed. In fact her proposition earns her a spot over his knee and her skirt hiked up for one heck of a spanking. Before the night is through, Vicki learns several lessons at the capable hands of Mr. Robertson.
REVIEWS:
“Marianne LaCroix really knows how to turn up the heat. Her writing sizzles with tension, and her heroes are melt-in-your-mouth delicious. Nobody does it better!” – Devyn Quinn, award winning author of Possession
“Rosy Cheeks is a fast-paced and seductively fun holiday treat! Marianne LaCroix’s flair for provocative storytelling will enchant and captivate readers.” – Anya Howard, author of Submissive
“Outstanding story.” – A reader.
EXCERPT (unedited):
Vicki McClay paused outside the office door. Even now her body reacted in anticipation—her heart beat a rapid tattoo, her palms began to sweat and her pussy wept, dampening the crotch of her panties.
She shook her head slowly, allowing her pigtails to swing back and forth. Her cherry-red lips curled into a smile as she gazed down at her outfit—a short red plaid skirt, a sheer white blouse she left unbuttoned but tied under her breasts to give an ample view of her red satin push-up bra. She wore white thigh-highs with little red bows at the top and red patent platform heels.
The naughty schoolgirl. Vicki intended to play the part to get what she wanted for Christmas this year—Mr. Robertson.
Lifting a cherry Blow Pop to her lips, she licked the sweet surface. She closed her eyes and imagined his eyes watching her as she slowly ran her tongue over the top as if it were the tip of his cock. If her little outfit didn’t make him lose his cool, her suggestively licking the lollipop would for sure.
Clutching an algebra textbook to her chest along with her notebook, she lifted her hand and knocked on his door.
She heard nothing from inside his office but the soft sound of Bing Crosby singing Silver Bells.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked again.
“Come in,” he said from the other side of the door.
Vicki smiled, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.
His office was small but cozy. His desk, a richly dark-stained oak, dominated the space and behind his desk was a wall of shelves lined with books. On the desk were piles of papers, a small desk lamp, a wide LCD computer screen and keyboard. Ordered chaos. A worn black leather couch sat opposite the desk. Piles of thick books were stacked on each side of the couch as makeshift end tables where small lamps illuminated the room with a soft glow.
Mr. Robertson sat at his desk typing on the keyboard, and then glanced at her. He immediately stilled. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a moment. He composed himself quickly and cleared his throat. “Miss McClay, this is an unexpected pleasure.”
Gabriel Robertson was an older man and yet the age gap made no difference to her. Vicki wanted him. Her breath caught at the sight of him, especially when she spotted him jogging in the morning. As a former Marine he kept an exercise regimen to stay fit and strong. Watching his toned legs move with grace and power, she wanted to tackle him to the ground, but she opted for a few moments of self-pleasure instead to ease her sexual restlessness.
He appeared very much like a straitlaced professor or an accountant, complete with dark-rimmed glasses and salt-and-pepper hair. Quiet by nature, he was viewed by the world as reserved and scholarly, but Vicki knew there was much more to Mr. Robertson than his academic façade.
The quiet ones kept their kinky side hidden well. Beneath the starched oxford shirt, nerdy glasses and sensible shoes was a kinkster, a man who knew about bondage tape, nipple clamps and Wartenberg wheels.
