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Chapter 3 - CH. 3 | VIBRATING AND PUNISHMENTS

{ARES POV}

I walk down the corridor and search amongst the lockers for her. A few lockers down and there she is, in a dress and some heels. I sneak up on her slowly and corner her.

"I hope you're wearing them," I whisper into her ear.

"Argh, don't do that," she complains smacking the book on me.

I wink and walk away from her and to my first class. Which she is also in. Chemistry. Today was results day and I have never been more excited to come in second in class.

Just so that she can wave her victory under my nose once again though I'm prepared this time. I take my seat at the very back of the class and so does she, both at different corners. I glance at her for a second and smile. Oh I'm so impatient.

"Students, today I'll be giving your results out. Like always, Iris has scored the highest. A round of applause for her," Ms Dan announces.

The class gives her a round of applause. An over confident smile full of proud shines on her face.

"Followed by Ares in second position," she finishes.

The class gives another round of applause. Ms Dan goes around handing papers back and I see her face light up. She turns her paper to me so I could see her achievement of full marks.

I look at mine and I was only down by two marks. What a pity...these two marks are going to cost her. I take the remote out of my pocket and press level two.

Her eyes bawl out on her face as her hands hold the edge of the desk she's sitting at. My eyes travel down to her legs which cluster together, on top of each other as she tries to control it.

I could feel my lips curve into a nice smile. To enjoy the sight better I lean back onto my chair and look at her struggle. Level two really doesn't affect her that much.

I think that's enough of a demo for her. I turn it off and put the remote back into my pocket. Her body relaxes as she releases a huge breath. I could see murder in her eyes.

This is so much fun. I don't torture her throughout the whole lesson but her eyes keep glancing at me. Looking and monitoring my hands so that she's aware.

For a bit, I got her attention for a while. The prettiest and most hottest girl in college, someone no one can get their hands on. Pity she's bet on this year. And it's a pity I'm the guy who's betted on her.

I turn my head and look at her across the classroom. She's writing down the notes from lectures. Such a pretty face but a ton of ego and ugly personality. If only people knew how much of a bitch this was. And a whore for reading all those fictional books with smut.

They won't do any good to her. She's easy, just a bit stubborn on the outside but she can easily get laid.

It makes me mad at how she was the next bet of mine. For the whole school she was an entire trophy but for me she was something very useless.

Something not worth of praise. I've watched her since birth. Pretty face with a fucked up brain. She made everything a competition. A competition at school, a competition at home, a competition for dad.

A competition for everything. We were just kids but it was as if my existence was the biggest mistake she had ever had to bare.

Her dad, Professor Norway was my teacher, my guru ever since I had been at the face of this planet. He treated me with so much love and attention as if he would to his own son if he had one. It was a bonus from him and his wife alongside the love from my parents.

*at home*

"Here comes second place," my dad labels as I walk through the entrance into the living room.

"Antonio, let him breathe," my mum scolds walking forward to me with a bowl of sugar pudding she has made for celebration.

"Always second. Look at Iris, she's always first," he says getting up from the couch.

A lot of nerve for someone that wasted his whole education I must say. Yes. My dad is a gambler with a law degree. He left his job ever since I was born.

My mother, a surgeon, runs the whole family. She works and cares for the house. Whilst my dad is always gambling her money away shamelessly.

"It doesn't matter. They're both from the same house," my mum prides feeding me a bite.

It does matter to me. We are not from the same house. I hate how their friendship has stuck my existence to her in everything. As if I can not breathe aside it. Both my parents adore Iris, as much as they adore me.

But in this case I hate her even more because my dad taunts me for always coming second in competition with her.

"Thanks mom. Don't worry dad I'll make sure to win next time," I say heading up to my room.

"That's what you say everytime."

And that's when my mum starts arguing with my dad. I shut the door behind me and hop into a cold shower. Always second place. What is so good about this academic competition? What matters is graduating with a degree that we don't throw away.

I wanted to be really successful. We've never been through any hardships but I hate seeing my dad, who claims to love my mom put all the pressure on her. I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't even probably get married. Life is just enjoyment for me and marriage is just an unwanted commitment.

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I was sure that she would've come in a different underwear today. Her stubborn ass would never think ahead of her ego. We sit in our lecture room, the same seats as the other day. She rolls her eyes at me and looks down to her notebook.

I pull out the remote for today's panties mid lesson and start at level 4. She gives no reaction. I turn it up by two levels to level 6 and she still doesn't give a reaction.

Her level 5 reaction was stained to my brain from yesterday. It was confirmed that she was wearing a different underwear. And suddenly I was so impatient for this lesson to end.

We both sat at the back of a class which had hundreds of chairs. When the lecture ended, I held her back by the wrist as I watched everyone exit the room. She twirled her wrists in my hand and roughly pushed me with her other free hand.

"Do you not understand what fuck off means?" she growls grabbing her stuff.

"You're not wearing the underwear for today right?" I ask stopping her.

"Yes, I'm not. And I will not."

"Then don't avoid the punishment sweetheart," I tease.

She takes a deep sigh with annoyance. Sweetheart. She hates it when I call her that. It's like a slander to her throat and soul. And I like anything that slanders her.

"You've read that book right, the one that's called Obey Me," I start.

Her eyebrows narrow but she doesn't give a response. A bit puzzled. I feel my playful smile turn into a serious curve. I turn her against the desk and roughly bend her over the edge whilst I, myself lean over her back. My head drops over her shoulder as my hands hold her firm to the table by her hips.

"You've read it right?" I ask in a deeper voice.

"What's that got to do with anything?" she asks.

"And get off me you dirty prick," she frowns trying to escape.

"Your punishment will be one of the scenes from that book," I tell, at which her body slows down for release.

"Don't worry, it won't be a very harsh punishment."

She uses her palms to get up from the table but I push her back down onto it. My hand grips onto the back of her neck and holds her onto it firm. I pull her skirt up to reveal her juicy, round ass which is dressed in a purple underwear.

I must say, I am surprised. It looks better than what people say when sexualising her. I slap my palm against one of her cheeks hard and grip onto it.

"Ah," she whimpers in pain.

"You'll wear the underwear I gave you tomorrow," I command spanking her again.

"No!" she yells attempting to set free.

I hold her firm and spank her harder. Another after another until she rests her legs and her body against the desk. My palm rests on her ass cheek.

Her skin is so smooth but has turned dark red with my palm stains. I turn her body on the table and lean onto her with my arms resting at both sides of her.

"Should I go with an experiment from Punk 57 or-"

"None. I'll wear it. Just get out of my face," she says pushing me off her.

I watch as she leaves the lecture room with a red face. Her butt cheeks move up and down one by one under her skirt. My eyes wouldn't move off her but I did feel myself getting aroused.

I take a seat at one of the chairs waiting for my body to relax and ease. It was only Tuesday, I have five more days left to play with her with the panties.

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We had gym class today and luckily, we were in the same one. The instructor takes a while explaining today's exercises but once he's done everyone splits into their activities.

Iris moves to the stationary bicycle and starts doing some leg work out whilst I move to the weights. I stuff my ears with some headphones whilst I think of what to do next.

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