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Lindsay's final weekend on the island is a memorable one
Mr. Davis looked down at her, smiling to himself at the way she stood there, filled with shame and scared once again. He could feel his cock rising again as it had this morning when he first saw her and remembered the feel of her virginal pussy wrapped tightly around him. It had taken plenty of self-control for him not to return her smile and taker her right there. But he knew that she still had to learn her place and had held off until now to gauge her reaction to his earlier snub.
"Now Amy," he began, "I can't help but notice that your work today has been...somewhat uninspired. You seem to be a bit distracted. Why is that?" Amy's lip quivered slightly as she listened to the soft tone of his voice. She finally took a deep breath while he waited patiently as if time didn't matter, and managed to force out a reply, "I...I...I don't know. I thought you were mad at me. You didn't even talk to me today, and I was so looking forward to seeing you again after the way you made me feel yesterday. I never felt like that before."
Mr. Davis suppressed another smile of pleasure at her words and hardened his voice once again, "I thought you understood the rules as I explained them yesterday, but I see I gave you more credit than you deserved." He frowned, waiting as she looked up at him quickly then lowered her eyes once more as he stared her down. The tears were slowly running down her face as she finally realized what she had just done. Her voice came to him in a little-girl's whisper, "I'm sorry, Sir. I forgot. I promise it will never happen again."
"It better not," he said. "I don't intend to waste my time with someone who can't remember one, simple rule." He watched as Amy flinched at his words, obviously upset with herself for not paying attention to what she was doing. "Like I told you yesterday, girl, fixing a mistake after it's done really doesn't solve much. There must be some sort of punishment to make sure you learn not to make the same mistake again. Don't you think so, Amy?"
"Yes, Sir," she said immediately, "Anything that you ask of me, I will enjoy." Amy breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the worst was now past. She could feel her body growing excited again, thinking back to the way he used her just one day before, anticipating even more pleasure at his hands. She began to shift her weight from one leg to the other as her young pussy grew wet again, the ache of her need upon her.
Mr. Davis just sat there watching her, seeing the response of her body as she submitted to him willingly. He stood up in front of her as she began squirming in front of him, growing antsy with her need and waiting with eyes lowered to feel his touch. His eyes followed her movements, noting the way her young nipples poked out against her thin, cheap blouse. He made a mental note to see to it that this girl in front of him learned to dress better and had the means to come to him in the clothes he would pick out for her. He then filed it away and turned his attention back to the pretty, young thing before him who was waiting breathlessly with anticipation.
Mr. Davis moved to her side as Amy stood there, head bowed, finding the wait unbearable. She could feel him beside her, see him moving next to her. She trembled as his hand came around her waist and touched the small of her back, her breath coming even more quickly at the slightest touch of him against her.
"Bend over, Amy, and place your hands on my desk." His hand on the small of her back began to push her forward, bending her over at the waist. She was surprised at first, not understanding. Then moving quickly to comply with his command as she remembered, she bent forward, placing her hands on the edge of his desk to support her weight as he guided her into the position he desired. What was he going to do to her? Amy realized she didn't care. She could already feel the wetness dripping down the insides of her thighs just from having him notice her, guide her, command her.
"Now Amy, I