<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hisstylediary.com/hsd_content/uploads/2011/09/david_gandy_842.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Corbin Shaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215726.msg10638381#msg10638381)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Cajun Kitten<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Room #3<br/><strong>When: </strong>Monday<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/dg_ms007-800x800.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>"Empty promises Ms. Montagne...empty promises..." Shaw found himself repeating before his hand came down on her ass once more, three more followed. There was no desperation in his strikes, he was not angry, the man was composed and loving every moment of it. On the fourth swat his rough hand cupped and squeezed the cheek of her ass firmly, touching her in ways he never could with an actual student. "Not anymore..." He stepped behind her bent over from, his thighs pressing themselves against her own body. A growing bulge was forming in his slacks, something she would feel nudge against her as his free hand roamed up her back before it slid around her slender neck.<br/><br/>With a tug of her hair and with completion possession of her from her throat, he made her stand until her back was resting against his chest. His mouth lined up with her ear. "I don't want you to be good, no not this time. Today you can be a bad little kitten..."He confessed softly into her ear as his fingers tightened around her neck a bit, her hair released, allowing that hand to undo the buttons of her blouse. With one yank, he tore the shirt and sweater down her back, trapping her arms to her sides unless she shrugged it off. One firm pull and the bra ripped open, allowing him the first of many touches.<br/><br/>"These fucking tits of yours...you practically flash them at me...I see the way you bend forward...sometimes you don't even wear anything underneath your blouse do you?!" He accused, the soft words were turning into accusatory hisses. His hand pawed at the flesh eagerly, squeezing each breasts before shifting to the other. Something in his throat rumbled, as composed as he appeared, it was anything but that.<br/><br/>"Do you always wear panties to class? I don't think you do..." Shaw asked before he abandoned her breasts and began to slid his hand down her stomach,  the zipper to the skirt pulled down and allowing the garment to fall to her ankles before he proceeded.