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The Island	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Firth Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Colin flicked through the file on his desk, he had been putting it off for at least an hour or so now and it was getting nearer and nearer to six thirty. With all the other problems going on in his life in the last twenty four hours he wasn’t particularly thinking of adding Lady Grant to the equation. Glancing at his phone for the fourth time in the last five minutes he dropped it into a drawer to avoid the distraction.
Going back to the file, it was no better or worse than any of the others. Drinking, smoking, promiscuous behaviour. Most of it had been filled in by someone called Worthington who he presumed to be the smug little fat man from earlier. He had to admit to being surprised by this one so far, most newcomers were quiet at least for their first day even if their behaviour went downhill afterwards.
When six thirty finally arrived, a knock on the door took him by surprise. He had expected her not to turn up at all just to prove a point.
“Come in!” He called, looking back down to Worthington’s notes at the bottom of the paper, which were mostly unreadable. Georgiana pushed open the door and stalked confidently through in a cloud of perfume. She glanced around his office; it was dark but not as dark as the headmaster’s room. The walls were strewn with old paintings and one or two bookshelves, the only furnishings being the leather sofa against the wall and the desk where her tutor sat looking taken aback by her arrival.
He was speechless for a moment at her coquettish entrance. Swaying over to the chair in front of his desk she sat down in a fake demure fashion and sat, legs crossed staring him right in the face. She had hitched her skirt up so high that it sat on her hips. The white school shirt was unbuttoned enough to show the curves of her large breasts. Her long red hair was swept back in regulation pony tail waved so that it fell in curls over her shoulder.
“At least you’re...on time.” He said finally, rearranging his glasses and his thoughts. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that at all, maybe the headmaster had been right about this one.
“Of course Sir, just doing what I’m told.” Georgiana purred, smiling confidently from across the desk.
“I take it we are in a better mood than earlier?”
“Why yes sir! “
“Good, now all I’m going to do is run through a few things you might not already know. I have read through your file...”
Georgiana made a disapproving snort at that point. She had already been feeling irritated that he hadn’t commented on her customised uniform.
“Any reason why you made that noise?”
“Er, yes maybe it’s the fact that most of what is written in there is total and complete bullshit!” She answered defensively.
“Ok, well why don’t you just sit there now and tell me about yourself and why you are here?” He asked, sitting back in his chair and ignoring her second attempt for a reaction.
“Yes, I can do that for you!” She smiled placing her foot up on the desk. “My name is Georgiana Grant, Lady Georgiana Alderley Grant. I used to be a dancer and I travelled up and down the country. I ended up living with my uncle who gave me everything I had ever dreamed of. The trouble is, I like going out and dancing, drinking beer and most of my best friends are bikers. I’ve danced for a few guys and I’ve kissed them too. I like wearing my skirts short and my tops low and, oh I almost forgot, I like saying ‘fuck’ an awful lot. ‘Shit’ too and ‘bastard’. ‘Lying bastard’ being a favourite of mine today after finding out what’s written in that file.”
“Is that everything?”
“If you want? I also say cu...”
“Yes that’s quite enough now Miss Grant, I get the impression you are trying to either wind me up or just back up the fact that everything written in here is true!” He shouted, stopping her in her tracks and throwing down the file in front of her. She shrugged and wrinkled her nose in annoyance.
“Right, a few things before we go any further. As much as I am sure you are an interesting and articulate young lady, I do not want to keep seeing you in my office for bad behaviour every five minutes. Believe me, the mouthy over confident slut look gets very tiring after a while!” He watched her face drop slightly and she moved her legs back down under the desk and took on a subdued look.
“So please keep in line and then you will have a better chance of making it through to the end. Speaking of which, the school holds an annual ball at the end of the year for all those who have completed the year. After that you are free to go, and with the added bonus that you may have learned a few lessons in life.”
“Cant wait!” Georgiana muttered under her breath.
“Now in regards to earlier, by rights I should punish you for what happened today, none of us tolerate disruptions in class.” He began, snapping her out of her self pity. She looked up at him in shock. “But, I can see a spark of good in you Georgiana; I think you can really make something of yourself with your time here.”
“I’m not scared of you!” She snapped, making sure he knew that fact before going any further.
“I never asked you to be.” He replied calmly.
“I won’t be one of your nice little ‘do what your told’ girls. I’m here until the end and I’m not afraid of any bullshit games that you lot are going to try on me!” She frowned.
“I sincerely hope for your sake that is not true!” He said firmly, staring her straight in the eyes again, she looked away, her bravado melting with every second. “You have no poise, no grace and are one of the furthest things from a lady that I can think of right now.
Georgiana swallowed her nervous feeling at the firmness of his voice.
“What are you going to do, chain me up for the week like that poor bitch from earlier? Is that what happens if we speak our minds..”
“Miss Grant, I would shut up now if you know what’s good for you!” Colin stood up, tiring of her brattish backchat, despite his earlier decision to be as tolerant as possible. Georgiana looked up at him, smiling that she had finally got a reaction. She stood up, crossing her arms and looking up at him from under black mascara eyelashes. No way was this guy getting the better of her today.
“Make me!” She stated putting n a defensive stance of arrogance and puffing out her chest so her shirt dropped even lower. “You can’t change who I am, I don’t care what I signed or what it says in some stupid papers that are quite obviously written by a complete fuck...” She was abruptly stopped as Colin’s patience ran out and he grabbed her wrist from across the desk and roughly pulled her over to the side of the room and sat on the couch.
She hardly had time to make a noise as he pulled her wrist and sent her off balance so she landed exactly where he wanted her, across his lap and held her fast while she kicked like a wild thing. He held her with one hand on her lower back as she lay sprawled undignified with her face against the cold leather. Her breath quickened as she felt his other hand travel up the length of her leg and under her skirt.
“What are you doing...?” She squeaked.
“Making you!” He answered abruptly, lifting her skirt so that it lay across her back. She felt exposed, despite the huge white knickers that thankfully covered her modesty. It wasn’t to be that way for long, he slid his hand over the white cotton fabric, making her wait for a moment in anticipation before slipping them down slightly to expose her skin. Georgiana paled at once realising what was happening, she hardly had time to process any more thoughts before she heard a loud smack and jumped as a stinging pain shot through her right bum cheek. As he continued spanking her she wriggled under his hand as her bottom became hotter with each stinging slap. Colin felt a sudden sense of relief that she had finally shut up; in fact she was unusually quiet apart from the odd whimper as his hand smacked against her. Her heated skin beneath his palms tightened each time as she anticipated the next slap. It seemed to go on forever, Georgiana bit her lip in embarrassment at what was happening, my god she hadn’t ever been spanked , not even as a child. She felt ridiculous, glad that they were alone in the room. She had made him angry, pushed him to the limit, but wasn’t that what she had wanted? Determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, she bit her lip in defiance.
As her mind tried to compute what was happening to her body, the cool air of the room chilled her skin between every slap, her skin began to desensitise and tingle at the touch as he continued to spank her hard. Eventually he stopped, holding his hand lightly on her hot skin before ever so gently running his fingertips over the soft curve of her arse. He heard a small sigh from where her head was buried in the sofa and realised that for the last few minutes she had stopped struggling and laid still. The hand that had held her still was now stroking her soft hair which had tumbled from her ponytail. Her body shook gently, he couldn’t tell whether it was from shock or arousal but the way she had her thighs squeezed together, writhing in the smallest way possible gave it all away.
He sat back, regaining himself and trying to ignore the way she was moving across his lap, her reddened skin rising and falling ever so gently. Georgiana opened her eyes and the breeze from the open window across her skin reminded her of the position she was in. Blushing fiercely she pulled herself back up and rearranged her skirt, sliding her knickers back up she winced as the fabric brushed against her sore skin.
“Its ok I won’t ask you to sit back down at this point.” He said finally, having remained silent through the whole ordeal. He looked up at her mascara stained cheeks, slivers of black smudges ran down to her jaw line. Her cheeks blushing as red as her backside, she stood chewing on her lip and staring down at the floor.
“I really didn’t want to have to do that but unfortunately if you continue to act like a petulant child I don’t have any other choice!” He said sternly, getting up from the couch and returning to his desk. “Do you have anything else you would like to know about your time here?”
Georgiana shook her head, not raising her eyes.
“Then you may go back to your room, please stick to your timetable as of tomorrow and as much as I’m sure you are wonderful company, I don’t want to see you back in my office in the near future.” He watched her rearrange herself once more and walk slowly towards the door, his hands stung slightly as he answered the phone that had been vibrating away on silent from the drawer. Time for another argument, and he really wasn’t spoiling for a fight right now.
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