Chapter 5: A Good Little Milk Cow

Continued from chapter 4:

My cock, already hard despite my shame, springs free as she pulls down my pants and underwear in one swift motion. It bobs up and down, fully erect and exposed.

Adalynn's eyes widen briefly before her face melts into a wide grin.

"Very nice," she giggles, reaching out to slap the tip of my cock lightly, causing it to bounce. "Very nice indeed."

Hot shame washes over me, but I can't deny the electric thrill that runs through my body at her touch—at being seen, acknowledged, handled.

"But it just won't do, Ero," she continues, her voice dropping into something more serious. "I can't have you aroused during your spanking."

She leans in close, her breath warm on my ear, and I can feel the heat of her body near mine.

"It's a punishment, after all," she whispers. "And erotic arousal is like a cloud you can escape into—kind of like thinking with your little head. You'll endure anything if you're aroused while it's happening, won't you? That won't teach you anything at all."

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Adalynn circles around behind me, her fingertips trailing feather-light touches along my shoulders and down my arms. The sensation is exquisite torture.

"Mmmm, but where's the fun in that?" she purrs, her voice a sinful caress. "No, no, we simply can't have you enjoying your punishment too much, can we?"

Her hands settle on my hips, her thumbs digging gently into the sensitive flesh. She presses herself against my back, and I can feel the heat of her body seeping into my skin, the satin of her blouse whispering against my bare back. Every curve of her figure molds perfectly against me—the soft press of her breasts, the gentle slope of her stomach, the strength in her thighs.

"Tell me, Ero," she breathes, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. "What do we need to do about this naughty little stiffy?"

Her hand reaches around, and she grasps me gently by the balls, rolling them carefully in her nimble fingers with surprising tenderness. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moan in lusty surrender despite myself.

She circles back out in front of me, her hand still wrapped around my hardness, looking at me with mock concern. Her frown is exaggerated, her lips puckering in a way that's almost playful.

"No, Ero," she says, shaking her head. "I'm just going to have to milk all of that naughty starch out of you before we get started. Let's get a proper bowl to catch it all in, okay sweetie? It's only fair that we don't waste a drop. If you're going to get pleasure from this, I feel it's only fair that you eat it after, don't you?"

She grins at me, her dimples deepening, and reaches over to grab a small wooden bowl from her desk. She dumps the paperclips that were inside it onto the surface with a soft clatter.

"Okay buddy, up on the desk," she says, her voice taking on a playful tone as she pats my naked bottom. "My naughty little milk cow."

I jump with surprise at the intrusion of her hand against my skin. She giggles—a sound that's both sweet and sinister, innocent and knowing all at once.

"Momma's gonna milk all of that nasty, sticky boy milk out of you, okay sweetie?" she coos, and there's something almost nurturing in her voice beneath the degradation. "Otherwise, your spanking won't be real. It won't hurt like it should. And naughty Ero won't learn his lesson, will he?"

She taps the desk insistently, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

"That's it, up you go!" Nice and obedient for Mommy," Adalynn coos, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she smiles. There's a glint in her eyes that sends a shiver down my spine.

Is this really happening?

My breath comes in shallow gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tube of hand lotion, squirting a liberal amount into both palms. She rubs them together to warm the liquid, the soft sound of friction filling the quiet classroom.

"Come on sweetie, we don't have all day," she says, her tone playful yet commanding. "Hop on the desk so mommy can give you a proper milking, okay baby?"

She pats the desk invitingly, her movements deliberate and controlled.

I climb onto the cold surface, trembling and blushing beet red. I position myself face-down between my forearms, my knees spread wide, my bottom raised high. The wood is cool against my skin, and the blood rushes to my head as I lift myself for Adalynn Bishop.

"Face down between your forearms, knees spread wide, bottom up high, so I can access all of your private areas," she instructs, her voice taking on that familiar tone of careful authority. "I need you to make a nasty little spurt for me. Right in the bowl, baby boy."

Adalynn takes a moment to reposition me, using her hands to spread my thighs, giving herself more access to my intimate areas. Her fingers brush against my testicles and the sensitive skin of my taint, and I moan in anticipation. I hear her squirt lubrication into her palm before her warm, slick hand finds my penis. She begins stroking me gently as she maneuvers the wooden bowl beneath me, milking me slowly with practiced precision.

My cock is diamond hard and twitching, already leaking with anticipation. The sensation is overwhelming—the warmth of her hand, the slide of the lubricant, the deliberate rhythm she establishes.

"This nasty little guy needs to be nice and soft so you can feel your spanking properly, Ero," she murmurs, her voice carrying that blend of mockery and care that makes my stomach clench.

She slaps my shaft sharply, a sting that sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I'm on the edge, ready to cum right there, but she holds me back with expert control. A triumphant, predatory smirk spreads across her face as she watches my body react to her touch. She leans over me, her breasts pressing against my back, the scent of her perfume—something floral and intoxicating—filling my senses.

"There we go," she whispers, her voice a silky command against my ear. "Just like a good little milk cow. Such a big, hard prize for such a naughty boy."

To be continued in chapter 6...

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