Send her off with a single swat

“It's really not a big deal, Katerina.” I pretend to dismiss the idea out of hand, although I have to admit that the idea of these three angels bent over the back of the couch with their nighties pulled up and their panties down around their knees had my cock throbbing once again. “Although,” I add with a hint of a smile, “it certainly isn't the kind of behavior I was expecting from a set of beautiful angels like you.”

“I know, Mr. Patterson.” Her hands are once again fidgeting nervously on her lap. “I've never done anything like that before in my life. I'm so sorry.”

“Never?” I confess I'm a little surprised by this, in my experience all teenaged girls experiment with flirting starting around middle school as they learn how easy it is to turn boy's heads. And not just boys their age either, a lot of my students had mastered the art of a smile or shy blush to get a teacher to go easy on them. “As pretty as you are there must have been all kinds of boys buzzing around you like bees around a blossoming flower.”

The look on Katerina's face is priceless. Clearly this sheltered young woman is not used to receiving compliments from men.

!

“I'm not that pretty ...” she hesitates for a second, perhaps fishing for another compliment? “Not like Alison or Gabby. Mr. Patterson, you should have seen those boys at the party swarm around them. If I had that many people crowding around me and touching me like that, I don't know what I would have done.”

Once again, a way of irritation sweeps over me as I think of Alison and her friends in the hands of a throng of drunk fraternity members. It's ridiculous to feel protective about any of these pretty coeds. Not even Alison, I have no claim over her if she wants to date or even have a stupid hook-up with some Sig Ape. That's what my head is telling me, but not my heart, (or is it my cock) driving these feelings. I remember reading years ago about how stallions would round up a herd of breeding mares and make sure that no other male got close to their personal harem. For on fleeting moment I consider what might happen if I escorted Katerina back up the stairs to Alison's bedroom and made all three of those 'angels' bend over so I could show them who owned them. Is that what Alison wanted when she sent Katy down here to tempt me?

As quickly as the thought pops into me head I dismiss it curtly. All of this happens in a fraction of a second, but Katerina mush have seen my hands clench and the tightening of my jaw.

“You're angry with us, aren't you Sir? For going to that party and coming back here and teasing you...”

“A little bit maybe.” I can't believe I'm being so open and honest with this complete stranger, “Ever year I hear rumors about what goes on at those parties and it pisses me off.” Katerina clearly isn't expecting to hear me swear like that and her eyes widen in alarm.

“Does that mean you're going to spank me after all?” She doesn't resist when I pull her to her feet and turn her so I'm standing behind her. I give her butt one quick swat and then send her on her way with a gentle push on her shoulders. Her ass is just as soft and smooth as I imagined and even through the thin nightgown, I hit her hard enough to make her squeak in surprise. It's a damn good thing that Alison is going to be around tomorrow after her friends leave, because I'm planning on taking out some of this frustration on her, even if it's not her fault. Katerina hesitates three steps from me, glancing over her shoulder clearly as confused as me; I send her on her way firmly.

“Get along now you little tease, and don't pay too much attention to what Alison and Gabby say.” The last thing I need is to make this situation with Alison any more complicated than it already is.