Sunday School

"Uhhhhh, I was just finishing my coffee but...sure. Have a seat"

Liz smiled back, pressed her frilly dress to the backs of her knees and sat down eloquently. My hands began to tremble around my cup, as I sat face to face with my barely-legal obsession.

I couldn't help but think how wrong I was for feeling this way. My marriage was not in a very good place, but a woman? A woman barely out of high school? Our kids' Sunday School teacher!? Worse yet was the constant visuals I had of her in all sorts of sexual situations; Some provided by Matt earlier in the week, the others a product of my erotic imagination suddenly gone wild. I quickly realized that if I was to put an end to this, now was the time. Even if I make a complete fool of myself and embarrass this poor girl something awful, I HAD to know if those rumors I heard about were true.

But what if they are true? Then what? Would I have the nerve to question her about her antics at college? Would I be able to get to know her to the point that I could somehow gain some clues into her personality? How on earth was I going to move on if I was left to guess about all this?

Before I could bombard my brain any further with questions, Liz decided to start the conversation.

"Anna, I just want to know how wonderful I think your family is."

"Why thank you" I stuttered. "That is really nice of you".

"No, I mean it. God has blessed you with the perfect family, and I hope you realize how lucky you are."

My brain began to scream to itself inside my head once again, "YOU HAD A GANGBANG WITH AN ENTIRE FRATERNITY?!?!?!?", but my expression remained consistent, as I politely nodded and thanked her for her kind words. Whether out of kindness or pure torture, she continued her assault on my senses.

"I know your husband mentioned earlier that you guys might be in the market for a babysitter or something? I would LOVE to watch over those two little dolls anytime over the summer. Please give send me a text anytime you're in a pinch".

Silently, I smiled and nodded back at her.

"Oh goodness, look at the time! I really need to go! I just wanted to stop by and let you know how much I adore your family". She pulled a pen out of her purse, and bent over to write her phone number on the small wrinkled blue and silver napkin. Her tanned and toned breasts stared up at me once again through the top of her dress. Like a magnet, my eyes followed her downward as she wrote out the digits in front of me.

" Here you go!"

With a flash of her picture perfect smile, and a quick "bye!", she got up from her chair and sauntered back toward the far glass door leading to the parking lot. For six glorious seconds, I watched her from behind make the 30 foot walk from my table. Her ass was flawless, especially through the flowing ruffles of a radiant sundress. If I was slightly obsessed with Liz Thomas before the day began, I was now clinically insane.

That evening, Mike had taken the girls to a birthday party, and I enjoyed some rare time alone. I thought I would try to get Liz Thomas off of my mind, and meticulously clean my house from top to bottom. However, to no surprise and just a few minutes into my scrubbing, my mind started to get the better of me once again.

Setting my dishrag down, I walked over to the computer, and pulled forward the keyboard. For the next 60 minutes, I tried every single way possible to research Liz and her alleged lifestyle. With a stalker-like drive, I searched everything from campus newspaper articles, to police reports to various types of cam girls. Despite my best efforts, the mystery of Liz Thomas continued, and I was left with nothing to show for it beyond my own imagination.

Looking down at my purse, I spotted the now crumpled napkin with the ink-dried digits neatly scribbled. My mind kicked into gear, as a variety of options flowed through my head. Should I call her and just chat? Should I invite her over to babysit sometime? A realization suddenly smashed through my brain like a bolt of lightning: I had Liz Thomas' phone number, but she didn't have mine.

A plan quickly took shape through the fog and electricity within my head.

Grabbing my phone, I punched in her numbers and began to type. With zero thought to the ramification of my actions, I nervously stared at what I had typed. My fingers shaking, I lowered my fingers and faintly touched the glowing 'send' button.

"Hey Liz. I met you the other day and think you are the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Want to get together tomorrow?"

My heart raced 1,000 miles per hour, as I stared at the screen. A full minute went by. Then 10 minutes went by. Then 20. Then 30. My eyes were burning as I kept forgetting to blink; All I could think about was what was about to flash up on the screen....

Nothing.

I took a deep breath, put my phone back in my purse. All of a sudden, the phone rang, sending me screaming nearly ten feet into the air. I slowly peeked back in my purse, and checked the screen...

It was Mike.

I could barely pay attention as all my focus was on Liz and the text I had sent. I'm not even sure if what I said even made sense, and I'm sure Mike could tell my mind was highly occupied. Within a few minutes of inaudible rambling, my ears perked up when I thought I heard him say something to the effect of, "Did Liz call you yet?"

"Wait". I stopped. "What do you mean did Liz call me? Liz doesn't have my number?" I said defensively and suddenly very interested in what he had to say.

"Yes she does," Michael reiterated. "I gave it to her this morning when I got to church so you could set her up to babysit so we could go out on a date night."

My heart sank.

Liz Thomas did have my number and I DID just send her a text saying that I thought she was not only hot, but I wanted to get together tomorrow. Somewhere in the back of my brain however, a part of me was turned on beyond belief on the off chance that she would be into it. The rest of me, however, was terrified. What on earth do I say? What do I do? I have to play it off like a wrong number right? Every scenario played out in my mind, including the very real possibility of switching numbers and phone carriers as quickly as possible.

Several days went by, (Without a return text from Liz) and Sunday morning came around once again. We decided to attend church as a family this time, for which I was somewhat glad. (Harder to make a scene about a raging lesbian crush with my husband and kids in tow). My nervousness in facing Liz Thomas was in direct conflict with my absolute obsession of her. What on earth would I say to her? How do I know she even got the text? Maybe she didn't look at the number? Maybe she was so offended she will decide not to say anything at all?

That was certainly not the case.

My family and I walked slowly through the parking lot and around the corner on yet another gorgeous early-summer morning. My heart rose into my throat as we rounded the corner to the familiar double doors that Liz had so often stood in front of every week. Sure as anything...there she was, looking as incredible as ever.

"Good morning ya'all!" she excitedly announced to the four of us "Oh my gosh, look how CUTE you all are!!! Just a couple of angels from heaven. So sweet!" Her smile lit up the sky, as I once again found myself undressing her with my eyes. Even the possibility of an awkward conversation couldn't stop me from noticing her amazing curves and how her soft pink dress tightly fit around them. I couldn't help but wonder what was underneath. Is that wrong? Was it horrible that I was ravaging this young woman's body in the parking lot of a church? I quickly realized I was past the point of reasonability, and threw caution and explanation to the wind. Whatever happened with Liz Thomas from here out was going to happen, no matter what. It was the only way I was going to avoid being institutionalized.

As Mike peeled off to head to rejoin his bible study, Liz grabbed each girl by the hand and started walking toward the Sunday School room. Walking away from me, the clapping of her heels suddenly came to a stop as she addressed the children. "Hey Bree. Can you be a doll and take your sister down to the classroom? I need to talk to your Mom". With a nod, the girls scuttled off down the hall and around the corner.

After taking a few steps back toward me, Liz stared at me with her steel blue eyes, her expression giving away nothing of her intentions. My heart stopped beating while dozens of parishioners walked quietly by us toward the sanctuary. After what seemed to be an eternity, her blank expression changed to a sly smile. "How about tonight?"

My mind started running a million miles per hour. What tonight? Babysitting? Talking? The Walking Dead? WHAT?!?!

Without saying another word, she pulled a small scrap of paper from inside her bra and handed it to me. With a quick wink, she turned around and walked toward the other end of the hall. My hand trembled as I slowly opened it.

"Embassy Suites Downtown. Room 520. 8pm"

My jaw dropped as the most beautiful woman I've ever seen quietly disappeared around the corner.

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The rest of the day was a total blur.

I had come up with a lie to Mike that I needed to go over to my co-worker Amy's house late that evening in order to go over a new shipment of active wear from our supplier in Hong Kong. I sent Amy a text to please not answer any calls or texts from Mike tonight, and be sure to call me first before she did. Despite this deceitful move, Amy was a great friend, and I'm 100% sure she would completely disapprove of how I was handling my obsession.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the hotel valet, and quietly found my way into the lounge. I got there a few minutes early to try and calm my nerves with a glass of wine that disappeared in approximately four minutes. Looking down at my phone, the screen started back at me with imaginary judgement.

7:58pm

Butterflies ravaging my stomach, I slowly walked toward the elevator and attempted to press the "5" button. My hands were shaking to the point I could hardly use them, but in my brain, I was turned on beyond comprehension. I tried to leave the house as inconspicuously sexy as I possibly could, choosing a short red cocktail dress that I had changed into in the bathroom when I arrived at the hotel. To top it off, I had also grabbed a matching red thong and bra set that Mike had given me for Valentine's day. The doors slowly opened and I stumbled out of the elevator; (Most likely caused by a combination of nerves, fear and a nearly new set of red heels that I hadn't worn in nearly four years.)

Slowly, I made my way down the hall to room 520. Without a sound, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and knocked on the door.

After the familiar "click", the door slowly opened. Pushing it aside, I stepped into the darkened room, still holding my bag over my shoulder. Looking around, it was very clear this was no ordinary room. Candles were lit in every corner, as well as on the large table in the middle of the room. A plain white sheet had been laid out on the ground, and was situated against the large beige couch. I couldn't see where it was coming from, but light jazz music was coming out of a speaker somewhere out of sight as well. I tried to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest, when I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye.

Liz slowly walked out of the side bedroom with the grace of a seasoned porn star. Gone was the sunny and bright demeanor of the goody-goody Sunday School teacher, and standing before me was the object of my dreams and the rumors I had heard so much about. Instead of her flowing curls and homemade bow, her hair was slicked back into a single pony tail. Her eyeshadow was heavy and dark. Her lips were fire red, and her gorgeous blue eyes peered like lasers under the most amazingly long eyelashes I'd ever seen.

Her high heeled black leather boots seemed to flow endlessly up her perfect legs, stopping just above her knee. Her fantastic breasts were pushed to her chin under a fabulous electric blue corset. Gone was the bright and perky smile from every Sunday morning, and in its place was an emotionless, almost sinister glare as she looked me up and down. Within a few seconds, I noticed the bronzed bare skin between the boots and her corset, the soft light allowing the shadows to dance across her body. Her vagina was completely shaved, and I was in awe of the defined muscles that pressed vertically up the sides of her hips and disappearing under the tight, blue fabric. She was a picture of absolute sinister perfection.

Before I could figure out what was in her hand, she took 5 quick steps toward me, and plunged her hand deep into my hair, yanking back hard. "Do you feel pretty good about yourself?" She angrily barked.

I yelped, as the pain shot down my back.

"No..."

"You had to dig up dirt on me? You had to ask around about me?"

Her hand yanked my hair backward harder, almost down to the base of my back. My head jerked back with force, now finding myself looking directly at the ceiling. I felt her tongue hit the side of my neck, and make its way across my collarbone. Her gloved hand caressed my ass under my dress, while her warm breath continued to slid across my shoulder. With all of the obsession and commotion of the past few weeks, it finally started to sink in to my brain that there was no going back now. All of the doubts and inhibitions I had, slowly melted away with each soft lick of her tongue.

Just as I realized how wet I was getting, I felt a sharp twist of my left ear. Without saying a word, Liz led me about ten steps over to the bed, and shoved me face down. Instantly, I felt the cold and flat surface of some sort of object sliding over my ass. I've never felt more exposed, more turned on and more scared in my life.

Again, Liz reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair. "COUNT FOR ME!" she yelled.

"Umm, excuse me?" I whimpered.

Before she could answer, the flat and stinging pain of the object shot through my body. It hurt, but in a way I had never anticipated. Coupled with that soreness was a wave of erotic energy that nearly jarred the fillings from my teeth.

".......one", I meekly whispered.

SLAP

"...two"

SLAP

"...three"

SLAP

"...four"

SLAP

"Oh my God, five..."

The pain from her spankings smoothly intermingled with the wetness now flowing between my legs. Mike and I had a decent sex life, but getting him to do anything even remotely like this was completely out of the question. I had never really thought much of spankings, or being ordered around...but now that it was happening to me? And how it was administered by the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on? This was a whole different story.

After her fifth spanking, I felt her hands pull my dress upward, over my cheeks and stopping at my tailbone. She lightly tapped the underside of my ass a few times (on each side), before taking the hard shaft and running up and down against my inner thigh. Looking over my shoulder, now in better light, I got my first good look at her body. Her soft pink nipples peeked out from behind the fabric while an avalanche of cleavage poured out of the corset. I was instantly taken back to Sunday morning, thinking about how she had met us with that beautiful dress and bow in her hair. Now, in a dark hotel room, that same woman held a stiff wooden paddle against crest of my ass.

The spankings began again.

SLAP

"...six"

SLAP

"...seven"

SLAP

"...eight"

SLAP

"...nine"

Pause.... SLAP (the hardest yet)

"...TEN!"

The heat radiated against my cheeks. My hands clutched the edge of the bed while my fingernails dug into the soft smoothness of the couch, trying to catch my balance. Liz then disappeared from my view, and stood directly behind me. I felt the cold, stiff handle of the paddle slide under the corner of my thong, and pull backward. Cool air, rushed over my burning skin while the silk waistband slide down my tailbone and down to the middle of my thighs. My ass was now completely exposed to her now.

"Spread those knees apart!" she ordered.

I quickly nudged my knees to each side, revealing even more of myself to her. Within a few seconds, I felt the handle lightly graze the inside of my thigh and lightly touch my lips. She hovered over it for a few seconds, eventually pressing the handle against me and slowly started to pull it upward toward my ass...collecting the wetness from between my legs the entire time. Lastly, the handle grazed by my ass, the wetness from my pussy still coating the outer surface. Her hand slid over my tingling skin, rubbing lightly in soft circles.

Staring ahead, I couldn't see her, but I could now feel her warm breath against the inside of my thighs. Moments later, both hands ran over my bare ass, firmly gripping the outside of my hips as she slowly pulled me inward toward her. A bolt of electricity shot up my spine when her warm tongue lightly touched my clit from underneath. In a fluid motion, she pressed downward on it, and began to roll it from one side to the other. Her nose pressed firmly inside me, as she started the rhythmic licking I'd been so desperately wanting for all those weeks.

Within minutes, my clit was throbbing, and warm juices started rolling down her stunning face. Although I couldn't see her, I could hear the sticky wetness of her cheeks working their way against me. Within seconds, the warmth of her tongue had moved upwards and now hovered over my ass. With a quick twitch of her chin, her tongue was now rolling over my most sensitive areas, sliding ever so gently inside with each passing lick.

Soft moans escaped form my lips as a tingling erotic pleasure built up in my extremities. "Oh my God" is all I could whisper, while the young woman's middle and ring finger easily slipped inside me. My hips started to roll, pushing backwards against her beautiful face, her tongue still working gently over my ass. Her fingers swirled inside my pussy, growing wetter by the second. I felt my knees and hips start to sway uncontrollably. Holding onto the edge of the bed, I pushed backward into her tongue as far as I could, in order to take in every inch.

Within minutes, the tingling sensation started in my legs, with her face still pressed against my ass from behind. My chin dropped and my hands clenched, holding back the waves of lust and emotion that were building by the second. Although I couldn't see her face, I could get the sense that I was leaving my body, and positioning myself right next to her, watching her gorgeous face devour my pussy from behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the soft silhouette of her figure in the mirror, stretching across the bed on all fours, kneeling and swaying into me.

I couldn't take it anymore.

The orgasm that I begged for in my mind for weeks, was finally crashing down around me. "Ohhhh fuck!" I wailed. "Oh fuck Liz!!!!!!!".

The pent up electricity of my lust exploded in a combination of noise and spastic quakes. Eventually losing the ability to hold myself up, my arms gave out, as I collapsed upon the pillows, my ass still firmly arched in the air. Her tongue continued to roll over my soaking clit, throughout the entire experience. I could hear the faint audible giggle coming between the licks and slurps, a sure sign that this amazing young woman was definitely pleased with what she had turned me into.

Eventually, she pulled away from me...running the side of her check against the smoothness of my ass, leaving a smooth trail of wetness in her wake. As I clutched the bed and tried to survive the aftershocks, I felt the piercing pain of another paddle across my ass; This time mixing with the slight "splashing" sound of my juices.