Blog : The Teacher

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12/30/2019 8:05 am

The Teacher

This is what I wrote yesterday in anticipation of seeing a man I have been dating from Fetlife. He’s good with accents!

So, I didn’t end up napping. My mind started wandering you and what we might be doing this evening, of course. It was bound . I thought I’d share the scenario that played out in my mind:
In school, you caught a glimpse of what I was wearing under my dress in your classroom. You detained after school confront about it. (You call “Baby” LOL and you’re my Russian Studies teacher - yes, with the accent)

The Teacher

“You know why I asked you stay behind, Baby?”
 “Not really, Sir.”
Turns out you weren’t the only one who saw what I had on under my dress. You had heard some of the boys talking in the gym.
 “Just what the hell are you wearing under there, because I’m betting it’s not something anyone would approve of.”
I just stand there looking guilty, not saying anything.
 “Show me. Come on. Let’s see.”
 I lift the hem of my dress revealing silk and lace panties. Definitely not appropriate for school.
 “Oh, very nice! What exactly are you trying pull?” You walk around and notice something from behind me. “Crotchless?! These are crotchless, Baby?! What are you wearing for a bra?”
 I’m looking even more guilty.
 “Well, we’ll just see about that, now won’t we? Arms up.” I lift my arms and you pull my dress up and over my head. The bra, of course, is cupless.
“What the fuck, Baby?!” 
I attempt cover up, self-conscious. You’re having none of that. “Nope. Get your hands up behind your head. You’re in trouble little girl, I promise you that.” I nervously comply.
“There’s only one way you’re going learn.” You stand there looking at for a few long seconds, then SMACK! as your hand lands firmly on one of my breasts, quickly followed by another slap the other one. I’m shocked, but I don’t move, and the only thing that escapes my lips is a couple of unsuppressed gasps.”These things are going get you into so much trouble if you don’t smarten up, Baby. Am I going to have to give your a call, or do you understand what I’m saying?”
I nod, “Yes.” I say quietly. 
Another solid smack on each breast, and successive gasps from .
“Yes, what?”
 “Yes, Sir.” I utter. 
“That’s right.”  

“You know what I think you really need? A good spanking.” You look serious. I swallow dryly. You pull a chair away from one of the desks and centre it in the open space in front of the neat rows and you sit. 
“Come here, Baby.” I walk over, my fingers still laced together on the back of my head.
“Get over my lap.” You gesture, then flip your tie over your shoulder. I hesitate for a moment then lower myself, facedown, across your dress pants. You snatch up my pigtails and hold them firmly in one hand. The other traces my spine down to my tailbone, then lower. You pause there, and I’m left wondering what’s going to happen. Your fingers linger on the soft hollow of skin where my legs meet my butt. Then they are gone for a second, before the first blow from your open hand strikes my ass, hard.

I stiffen reflexively and start to push up and away. You pull my hair and instruct me to place my arms across my back and hold my wrists. I do so. Soon, your tie is off from under your collar and is being tied around my wrists. Pigtails once again collected, you resume the spanking. It’s firm, and it actually hurts, but I’m beginning not to feel so much like fighting it.

After several strikes to each cheek, your hand caresses my ass above the silk of my panties. Your hand slides back down to that soft spot between my legs, but you go further, and your fingers find the void in the panties and slide in. 
“You’re wet, Baby! Are you enjoying this?!”
 “No, Sir.” I say, not terribly convincingly.
 “I think you’re lying now. That means more.” You follow up with several more stinging smacks on each side and check between my legs again. I’m soaked. You guide me to my feet and walk me over to your des You leave standing there as you round it one of the drawers, open it and remove something. You walk back , hold a black egg sized plug in front of my face so I can clearly see it, then you fold over your desk and with one foot, slide my feet apart on the floor. I feel your fingers collect some of the juices from my pusy and glide up my asshole. A moment later, I feel the egg shaped plug pressing into me, then the spanking resumes.

I’m feeling slightly delirious. It’s painful, but it feels so damn good too. Some of the strikes land on the plug, sending waves through my body as I lay prone across the cool surface of your des You pause and I hear the sound of your belt being undone, then the of the leather coming together as you abruptly fold it in half. I steel myself. blows each side, and then you’re rubbing my ass again, giving a small brea You check - I’m dripping.

“I don’t think this punishment is having the desired results. I think I will just have call your Dad.” 
“No, Sir, please don’t.” I beg. 
You pause. I assume you’re thinking. Then you bend over me, mouth right against my ear, “Alright, but obviously we aren’t done here.” You reply. “You’re going see what a dirty girl like you gets.”
You stand up and turn around face you. More slaps each breast. My knees are wea

Sizing up again, you shake your head in disapproval, “A bra like this. Unbelievable.”
You grasp one breast in the vice of your hands, squeezing, as your mouth takes as much of it in as possible, sucking so hard I let out a small squeal. You continue unfazed. Then grab the other one and balance out the sensations.
“Is that what you were expecting? Wearing THIS under your dress.” You tilt my face up meet my eyes with yours, then kiss me. I return it with a surge of hunger. You smile. “We aren’t done. You aren’t getting off that easily, Baby.” You untie my wrists, only retie them in front of .

You lay over the length of your desk, on my back, and drag toward you until my head is hanging off the edge. You fold your jacket and place it under my nec You find a long plastic ruler and swiftly bring it down onto the front of my panties. You tell spread my legs, soles of my feet together. I do. You land a few more, right on target. I flinch, deliciously, with each one. Your hand finds a nipple, pinches, pulls and shakes. Then the other.

You unzip your pants and your hard cock slips easily past my lips and into my mouth. You tease with it a bit, in and out, before you slowly push all the way in and hold there until my throat constricts.
“That’s it, Babygirl”, you say as you begin move back and forth.
Your hand moves along my body, smacking my tits, pinching, grasping and shaking, and eventually reach between my legs. Your fingers slide right in, curl up that place just on the other side of the handle of my pubic bone, and you swiftly and forcefully pound into that sensitive spot as my muffled moans sneak out around your shaft.

You pull out, leaving hanging there, and walk stand along side .
“So fucking wet, hey? You bad, bad girl.” I’m catching my breath.
Your hands begin on again, pounding up into that spot, slapping and pinching my nipples and clit, my bound hands now hanging over the edge of your desk along with my head, and my vanishing restraint. You begin to sweep your hand briskly back and forth over my spread wetness. My legs start to vibrate. “Oh, you like this, Baby?”
 “Yes, Sir!” escapes my lips.

Your vigorous pace increases yet again, and soon a flood washes through and out over your hand. With that, you haul my feet, spin back around, face down on the desk, and you press up against , your hardness against the plug still in my ass.
You lean over again, mouth by my ear, “You want this big, thick cock?”
 And I find myself saying, “Yes, Sir!” 
You’re up off of my back, and in one quick motion you are in, as deep as possible, grinding, then you ease away slightly, smacking my ass again before grabbing my hips and thrusting into , hard and fast.
Your hands move my pigtails and you reign into you as you pour it on. I’m about to epode once more, when you suddenly stop. Pull by my hair a standing position, slide out of , spin face you as you push my knees and slide your cock into my mouth a few more times before you retract and cum hot spurts all over my still tender breasts as I watch, breathless.

Soon, I’m untied and redressing. You’re tucking in your button-up and replacing your tie. “You do realize that since your Dad isn’t going to be checking how you’re dressed every day, that task now falls to me. Don’t let me down, Baby.” You smile again, and I’m left wondering exactly what you mean. Guess I’ll find out. 

ohioeagle 74M

2079 posts
12/30/2019 8:22 am

Just the way youd be dressed and the way I'd use you ---' but I'd also use my pierced tongue on your nipples clit and cunt until you're begging me to make you cum before fucking you doggy style with my long thick pierced cock while spanking your ass until we cum and have you lick our cum juices off my cock

bimom4taboo 54F