It comes quick

Less than twenty minutes later, my phone buzzes. Once again it is from the unknown number, and I can't help but grin as I open the text.

unknown: Mr. Patterson, I can't believe you did that! My tushie is still tingling... and lips too.

me: stop this or it will get much worse.

unknown: When you spanked me, I wanted to hate you, Sir. I wanted to hate everything you did, but now all I can think about is that you could do anything you wanted. I think I need this kind of punishment.

me: I said STOP!

unknown: Ooo, Mr. Patterson, you're kinda scary when you get mad like that. I don't even bother responding to that and less than a minute later comes the text I've been expecting. The picture comes with a caption that Alison must have known would get my heart racing.

I guess I'm not such a good girl after all, Sir.

I take a few minutes to admire both the pose and her pretty curves. She does look quite a bit like some of my past students, even younger than her actual 19 years. I am not completely comfortable with this game of hers, especially as I start imagining her pretending to be that shy little teen who's been crushing on me all week long. However, she's not wrong about how excited this scenario has gotten me.

me: That does it you little tease. If you are not at my house Saturday morning by 10 AM to apologize, I'm taking these texts to your parents and if needed, the police too.

unknown: I guess I'm in trouble ... huh, Mr. Patterson?

An hour later Alison is back downstairs pretending like nothing at all has happened.

“You got any plans for this weekend, Mr. P?” She bats her expressive eyes at me sweetly, and it is all I can do to keep from jumping her right then and there. Instead, I play along letting the tension build for as long as possible.

“I got a job that might take most of the day on Saturday.”

“Ooo, that sounds like a pretty big job, Mr. P.” She bites her lower lip provocatively, “do you think it will be a hard?” I shake my head at her bad double entendres and do my best to play along.

“Well Angel, I predict it will get pretty rough at times.” Her doe-eyes widen in excitement, “and I expect I might have to try it three or four times to really get the job done the way I want.” I certainly hope the pills I got work as well as advertised. From what I've been reading on the internet, doubling up on the dosage, while not recommended, seems to be a fairly common practice.

“Sounds like you'll have a pretty busy day. I'm sorry I won't be around to help, Mr. P ...” As if this is a sudden thought, she makes a suggestion. “Maybe you can invite that pretty schoolgirl who's been pestering you to come over and help?”

“Oh?” I pretend to be surprised, “Do you think she'd be willing to help out an old man like me?”

“Well, Mr. P.” Alison leans back against the counter and grins at me. “She's still just a high school student, and she might be a little hesitant at first, but I bet once you get into it, she'd be pretty willing...” At that I laugh out loud.

“You, Alison Miller, are a very, very, naughty young woman.”

“I know, Mr. P.” She slowly saunters over to where I am standing by the sink, “and you Mr. Patterson are finally going to get a chance to fulfill that fantasy that you never could when you were a teacher.” She rises up onto her tiptoes and kisses me tenderly on my cheek. “Do it right, Mr. P; fuck that innocent little student any way you like. Take her again and again and don't stop until you've done everything you've ever wanted.”

With those final words of encouragement, Alison pushes away and all but skips across the kitchen. “I'll talk to you on Saturday night, I'll want to hear all about how that big job of yours goes.”