As it begins, I am outside your classroom, bending over getting my things out of my locker. You stand at the door waiting for students to walk in. Boys in the hall make comments about my “Sweet Ass” and what they want to do to it, but you shoo them off to class. You are standing in the doorway, and I must turn to squeeze by you. As I do, I give you a coy wink, a shy smile, and let my hand graze your cock just to see if the sight of my ass has tensed it any. It was a little bit stiff, which also made me smile.
I sit in my seat and fantasize about making your cock even stiffer while you give us our lecture. I can’t seem to concentrate my mind is wandering, wrapped up in thinking about all the naughty things that we would do together if I were yours. Suddenly I hear you calling my name “…Marcia, Marcia… are you paying attention?” I am then shocked back into reality. Responding “No Sir, I am sorry I wasn’t.” You say out loud in from of everyone, “The essay you turn in better be perfect, since you don’t feel it important enough to pay attention in class. I want to see you after class, we have to talk about your lack of focus.”
The bell rings and the other students scramble out of the room on their way home. I walk over to you and sit in the seat next to your desk, preparing myself for reprimand. You ask me “What am I to do with a student that wont focus?” I shrug. You then ask me “What did your father do when you misbehaved? “ I respond, “He spanked me Sir.”
“Well maybe I should spank you too, “ you suggest “What do you think?”
“Whatever you see fit,” I say. You back you chair away from your desk, walk to the door, where you lock it. You then walk back to your chair, pat your knees, and suggest I lay over them. I do as I'm told. You then slightly lift my skirt to expose my cute boy-shorts. You put your index and middles fingers in my mouth and tell me to suck them and bite down if need be. With every swat of your hand, my pussy secretes it wetness. I whimper and cry under your hand, but your fingers filling my mouth muffle my moans. I was cumming. I look at you and then at the floor, saying in a low voice “Sir, I'm cumming right now.” With that you shove your fingers inside my throbbing pussy, pumping it, which in turn makes my orgasm even stronger. I moan passionately as the wave passes over me.
You tell me to get up, that I am so misbehaved, and you don’t know what to do with me. Directed to sit in the chair again, I sit obediently. You look through the stack of essays on your desk, searching for mine. You take it out and start reading. “Well young lady, let’s see how you have done. You realize that you will be punished for every error I find, right?” I nod.
I'm instructed to get on my knees in front you. I do it immediately. Hands on the floor in front of me, I sit patiently as you read my words. You find a mistake, and slap me firmly across the face. I take what I am given, and abruptly apologize. Another mistake, another slap; you are finding so many errors that it is now making you really upset with me. You unzip your fly, and tell me to take your cock out and make up for my silly mistakes. Also you tell me that once you cum, you do not want me to spill a drop. I begin by taking your hard cock into my mouth, licking and sucking it like I dreamed about so many times before.
You continue reading all while I pleasure you, I can tell from the way your body tenses that you can feel your orgasm building. “Get up, and bend over, I want to fuck your asshole my little bitch.” I jump to my feet; I bend over the desk, chest lying on top of everyone’s homework. You ask me if I had given myself an enema today, and prepared for a hard anal fuck. I nod. I feel something wet drop onto my asshole and feel you push your fingers in my ass, opening it up for your cock. I breathe in deep, thinking of how good it feels. Then I feel the pressure of you pushing your thick cock deep into my ass. With each new mistake, you swat my ass, citing my error aloud. You start pumping harder as you come to the end of the essay. You finish reading and place it down on the desk next to me.
You tell me that, in general it was a well-written essay, but it was full of small grammatical errors. You pump faster and harder, asking me if I like it. Of course I do. Again I feel the tension in your body, you are going to cum. Pulling your cock out of my hole, I hurry to my knees and take it in my mouth and feel you explode in ecstasy, your cum filling my mouth.
“Now I expect you to pay attention in my class little slut, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” I respond. “And I expect you to continue to dress in the things I like, I don’t mind the young boys looking at my little slut, but you are not allowed to let them touch you. You are my little whore, for only my use; do you understand?” I nod. “Now get yourself together and get home, and do all your homework, and make sure it is correct or there will be more severe punishment each time I have to correct you.”
“Yes Sir.” I respond.
Fixing my clothes, grabbing my backpack. I scramble to the door where I wait for you to unlock it and release me for the day. You walk to the door and unlock it, but not before you sweetly kiss my forehead and tell me goodbye.
