Seth stood in the open door and watched Arisa. She was sitting behind her desk, correcting all the math homework she had to hand back to her students next day. She was so caught up that she didn't notice him standing there which gave him some extra time to just take her in.
Her long, black hair was put up in a messy bun on top of her head. He smirked at the sight of a pen being put into the bun. Classic her. She would often say that one could never know when they needed a pen. He moved his eyes down to her glasses. A pair of small, round glasses with a silver frame. Behind those glasses her syrup brown eyes were busy going over the paper.
"Can I help you, mister Rollins?" She asked.
She raised her head to look at him. He couldn't help but smirk. Of course she had noticed him standing there. He should have known.
"Is there a reason you're in my office playing with yourself?" She asked.
He had his hand down his boxers. He knew exactly what she needed on an evening like this to get through the final amount of work, and quite frankly, he needed it too. A little bit of roleplay was always fun with his girlfriend. She kept staring at him and he quickly pulled his hand up.
"I'm sorry, miss Arisa," he said.
"Come over here," she said.
He walked over to the desk. She picked up the ruler and pointed it at him.
"Hands on the desk," she said.
He placed his hands on the desk. She got up and walked around the desk. His dick couldn't get much harder, and she hadn't even touched him yet. She stepped behind him and leaned in close to his left ear.
"You've been a bad boy, Seth Rollins," she said.
"Yes, miss Arisa," he said.
"Do you know what happens to bad boys?" She asked.
"No, miss Arisa," he answered.
"They get punished," she said.
She pulled his boxers down to his ankles and stood back up. She ran a hand over his naked ass and he shivered slightly with excitement.
"Let's do some easy math today," she said. "Count to 10."
The ruler came down on his ass. He whimpered in a mix of pain and pleasure, and counted to one. It came down ten times while he counted for each time. He never messed up the count. She always knew exactly how to work him into a shivering mess without making him cum. He felt his knees start shaking as he reached ten.
"Good boy," she said.
"Thank you, miss Arisa," he said.
"Keep your hands on the desk where I can see them," she said.
She sat down on her knees and moved in between him and the desk. Her lips closed around his dick and he almost screamed in pleasure at the feeling of her tongue piercing working up and down his shaft. Just as he started getting close, she moved away again and left him standing there with a painful erection.
"I'm giving you detention," she said.
She sat on the desk next to him, grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.
"Wait in the bedroom for me," she said. "If you touch yourself, I will know. If you go into another room, I will know. If you do anything but wait for me on the bed, I will know, and you don't get to cum tonight. Do you understand?"
"Yes, miss Arisa," he said.
"Good boy," she smirked. "Now, go on. I'll be there as soon as I'm done here."
He almost stumbled over his boxers as he ran out of the office. He reached the bedroom and threw himself on his back on the bed. He took a look down at his still erected dick, then folded his hands on his stomach and looked up at the ceiling.
"All in good time," he whispered to himself. "You're gonna get exactly what you need, and then some more. She won't leave you hanging. She never leaves you hanging. Come on, Arisa, hurry up. You're killing me here, babe. You're killing me, and I fucking love it."