It was a rather simple deal.

He would train her, she'd simply pay him with whatever he wanted.

Corinne D'Artagnan had arrived to the big city of Paris in hopes of continuing her father's legacy as a royal musketeer.

There was a problem, however.

Everyone believed that girls couldn't be musketeers. Some would even laugh at her, try and do everything they could to humiliate her.

Everyone except for the head trainer of all the musketeers, Monsieur Treville.

Who knew Corinne's father very well, and just couldn't bear to see the hopeful daughter of an old friend leave the city with broken dreams.

As much as he wanted to help her, old Treville was also a man with certain needs.

Certain needs that could be quenched by this beautiful blonde with icy blue eyes and a slender frame with just the right amount of rump.

And so a deal was made.

He promised to train her like a musketeer.

And she promised to be at his bed every night with her legs spread open.

It was a fair game.

And oh, didn't Corinne look forward to it.

So much that she currently found herself rubbing her thighs together as she watched Treville from the window, on his grand front courtyard with the last batch of trainees before he'd officially retire for the day.

Just a few more minutes until he'd dismiss his trainees and head inside his house.

Corinne felt herself pulsating with anticipation.

But then she remembered...

Treville would still have to go to his office first to meet with some musketeers, assign them tomorrow's mission, fill out some paperwork and then would he finally be free to climb onto the bed with her.

Corinne huffed a sigh of frustration. She already had too long of a wait.

Then an idea struck her.

Instead of waiting for him to meet her at his chambers, couldn't she meet him first?

Perhaps...give him a little surprise?

She did want to constantly prove to her trainer that she was improving...both in musketeer training and her sexual capabilities as well.

Perhaps the area under his office desk would be a good place to show her improvement.

...

Another thirty minutes passed by and as Corinne had anticipated, she heard the door open followed by the voice of Treville and some musketeers as they walked into Treville's office.

Upon hearing his voice, Corinne's heart started beating faster from the anticipation of what she had planned. She tried to mute her giggles as she hid under the desk.

Treville took his seat behind the large wooden desk while the musketeers took the two chairs at the front. Corinne watched as Treville pulled his chair into the desk, offering her the perfect proximity of what she had planned to do next.

Licking her lips, Corinne inched forward and trailed her long slender fingers over Treville's pants.

The old man instantly went still, stopping mid conversation with the other men.

"Is something wrong, Monsieur?" One of the musketeers asked.

"Oh, nothing..." Treville swallowed nervously. "Please continue."

"Continue I shall..." Corinne thought as she kept rubbing her hands over his pants, bringing them higher until they stopped at his thighs.

Treville tried to stay as still as possible when he sensed fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt. Trying to keep his voice from shaking while ignoring how hard he had gotten so quickly, he continued with the meeting, while Corinne continued her tricks and teasing.

She finally got the buckle undone.

Treville had to hold back a groan when he felt a wet tongue encircle his cock.

The men in his office watched him with peculiar eyes for the next few minutes as he kept shifting in his seat, stuttering, stopping, losing track of the conversation. Sweating and trying to hold back his groans as the blonde swirled her tongue over his leaking tip.

Corinne had never felt so entertained. Letting her pale, tender fingers wrap around his shaft, she began to bob her head back and forth, creating a symphony of the lewd slopping sounds, one that Treville had to constantly pretend to cough or clear his throat for so that it would go unheard.

"I am so sorry, would one of you gentlemen please mind fetching me a glass of water?" Treville coughed coarsely.

"Uh, yes, of course." One of the musketeers stood up from his chair. "Is the kitchen on the—"

"I know the way," The other one offered.

"A-Actually, you both can go!" Treville exclaimed. "It's fine, and no need to return in a rush, please help yourself to some refreshments if you want!"

The two musketeers eyed Treville in a weird way before leaving the room.

"They're gone now." Treville whispered to Corinne.

"Are they now?" Corinne retracted her mouth from him, leaving him wincing as he was on the verge of release. "Please, don't stop. I'm so close."

"Is that all? How much do you really want this, Monsieur?"

"So much. Please I beg you darling." Treville panted, feeling himself twitch from how close he was. "Please—don't stop! Corinne—"

"You don't sound eager enough!" Corinne smirked, and with that she quickly stood up and ran out of the room.

Treville groaned, stuffing his raging erection back into his pants. With footsteps of the men approaching, he knew he wouldn't have time to deal with it himself either.

That Corinne.. oh, she really was something.

Young, mischievous and due for a good spanking when he'd meet her again.

...

As per her 'deal' with Treville, Corinne lay on the bed of her trainer, eagerly touching herself in anticipation of when she'd finally see him walk into the room. She could still taste him in her mouth, the salty, musky essence of his arousal that lingered on her tongue as she licked her lips.

"Corinne!" Treville growled as the doors of the bedroom barged open.

"As instructed, at your bed just by eight, master." Corinne flashed him a welcoming smile. She spread her legs to reveal her soaked pussy, glistening from the warm light of the fireplace.

Treville found himself inwardly salivating at the sight, cock starting to harden again.

But oh...he wouldn't let her get away with it. So easily and so soon.

Clearing his throat, he closed the doors and approached her. "You would have known better than to embarrass me in front of my musketeers, young lady."

"They didn't find out, did they?"

"Perhaps not, but did they think I was acting all weird and unfocused during the meeting? Yes!"

"I am sorry...sir." Corinne hummed in a low voice. "I have just been too eager to see you all day..."

"As have I." Treville replied softly. "But you have been acting rather naughty, rather out of control...and we need to take care of that."

Corinne watched him use his finger to gesture her to spin around. Looking the other way while her ass faced the front, Corinne could only expect one thing.

*Slap!*

"Ah!" Corinne gasped at the first hit of Treville's hand on her ass.

"Count them for me, girl."

"One."

* Slap! *

"Two-ah!"

*Slap! *

"Three. four, f-five! Six-!"

* Slap! *

* Slap! *

They kept on coming.

"And ten..." Corinne panted, feeling her ass numbing and tingling from all the spanking.

"Ten should do." Treville's voice softened and he rubbed soothing circles over her ass, before parting the cheeks to see her cunt was visibly dripping.

"You shameless girl." he commented. "Does all of this make you this excited?"

"Yes..sir." Corinne breathed, still recovering from how tender her ass felt.

Treville dipped a finger between her folds. "Well, lucky for you, my dear...I am now willing to give you what you've been wanting all day long."

And they went at it all night long.