TEACHING VANESSA – THE EARLY DAYS
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Posted:Apr 28, 2013 11:26 am
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Many of you will remember the story of Vanessa, my student who cheated on a school assignment…thanks to her “punishment,” she never engaged in any academic dishonesty again…
That began a different kind of learning for Vanessa. She and I embarked on a voyage of discovery for her, a breakthrough as she learned how giving herself resulted in learning about herself. Of course, for me, it was the opportunity to train what I learned was a wanton, sexual and lusty woman. As you may remember, my Vanessa was tall, blonde, voluptuous - she called herself a BBW - and devoted entirely to obedience and my wants, needs and pleasure…and her own.
She was also smart and this made me realize that I could accelerate her learning; I decided that her first lesson would involve giving herself to someone that I designate. We met at my apartment, for inspection. She was dressed as I instructed. She wore a white linen skirt that fell JUST below the knee; the skirt was a PARTICULAR favourite of mine that she wore the first time I ordered her to masturbate to orgasm at work. She had on a low-cut black top with a lacy and sheer black bra underneath. Since it was a warm night, I allowed her to go without garters and stockings (ordinarily a REQUIREMENT)m, but in a departure from the ordinary rules of dress, she wore matching black boy shorts, NOT a thong. The reason would become evident later.
Anyway, she had learned her lesson from our “incident” at school, and now ALWAYS wore feminine and unpadded lingerie, showing how aroused she could get. I must admit, she was breathtaking… golden hair, tanned skin, and curves that would have turned a priest straight. After signifying my approval by reaching under her skirt, moving aside her panties and inserting three fingers into her cunt, we left for dinner, and discussion of our first step in her training.
We got to a seafood restaurant that was a favourite of mine, and Vanessa moved to open the door to get out. “STOP” I ordered and pulled out the reason for the boy shorts: a vibrating egg with a remote control. “Before you go in, I want you to insert this into that nice wet cunt I fingered earlier. Do you understand?” She nodded yes, but asked “What if it falls out?” I just told her to make sure it doesn’t…the boy shorts were chosen to help keep it “in place” and if it did fall out, she would be embarrassed AND she would be punished. She pulled the skirt up, spread her legs and allowed me to insert, first three fingers to make sure she was wet enough, then the egg. We then went into the restaurant; needless to say, Vanessa’s walk was a little off…
We were shown to a booth, and on the way, EVERY male head in the place turned to regard my little supplicant. When seated, I pointed this out to Vanessa, and she demurred, saying that they were “just looking at my boobs.” Now, if there’s anything that I hate, it’s false modesty, and so at her comment, I turned the remote control to “high”. Vanessa grimaced at the pain and squealed at the vibrations in her cunt, and I looked at her, my expression informing her that the response was not appropriate. She quieted down, but her breathing remained heavy, and I could see her struggle to control both the discomfort AND the orgasm she was on the verge of experiencing.
I ordered a bottle of a nice, unoaked California Chardonnay, and turned the egg off for the moment. I could see relief and disappointment in Vanessa’s face; relief that she would not have to endure the painful stimulation without any outward indication. Disappointment because I turned the remote off before the egg brought her to orgasm. I loved to provoke these mixed feelings in her…they made her more susceptible to “suggestion” and the control I wanted.
“So, do you have any idea why I turned on the egg so high at that time?” I asked Vanessa. She nodded in the affirmative. “Tell me,” I demanded, and she offered that she didn’t appreciate how the men had lusted after her. “That’s right,” I told her. “And how did the sensation feel?” I asked. She told me that the sensations were mixed; desire and anxiety in equal proportion. I decided to use this experience to my advantage, and to extend my control further.
“Do you know why I told you to come with me tonight with the egg inside you?” She looked somewhat confused and responded with a guess. “I assumed that you would be using the egg on me…I didn’t expect it to be in public like this.” I took a mouthful of the Chardonnay, and then glared at her. “Have I not told you that you are NOT to anticipate my action or motives?” I then turned the remote up high with the same result, though the squeal was several decibels lower in volume. I turned it down immediately and praised Vanessa for her demonstration of self-control. “Thank you sir” she replied.
By this time, the waiter had returned for our order. I ordered an appetizer of pâté and two plates of linguine pescatore in a white wine sauce…she would need the energy for later. I then began the lesson. “Vanessa, I did have you insert the egg with the intention of teaching you control in a public place. You need to learn better to ask if you may have an orgasm, and I can control that process very well with this teaching aid. And since I will expect you to orgasm in public places, and often, in my absence, it is important for you to begin to assert control over your own reactions.”
I continued, “However, your failure to recognize the effect you have on men reflects directly on me, implying that my little girl is NOT worthy of attention. This suggests that you don’t have enough respect for MY taste in women.” Vanessa started to open her mouth in response when I turned the remote up high again. She jumped, but again, quietly, though I could see her discomfort. This time, I left the remote at the higher setting for a few more seconds. Vanessa bit her lip to maintain her silence and posture, and did so very well. As a reward, I turned the egg down to a very low setting, and I could immediately see the relief, and the stimulation Vanessa was experiencing.
Leaving the remote on low, I explained further. “It appears that you need to SEE and FEEL the positive effects that you have on other men, and we will take up that lesson later tonight. Is that understood?” She nodded affirmatively. “Vanessa, you look like you are enjoying the feeling inside you cunt right now; am I correct?” Vanessa looked at me with the lustful expression I have cum to enjoy, and nodded again. “Would you like to cum, Vanessa?” Again, she nodded yes.
At that nod, I turned the remote off. She looked pleadingly for the climax of the lesson, for the reward that she expected. “Vanessa, did I say you would be able to cum this time?” She shook her head no, and I nodded in agreement. “I simply asked you what YOUR preference was. I made no commitment that I would grant your desire…did you not understand that?” Vanessa nodded yes to this question, and then asked one of her own. “Sir, will I be able to cum soon?” I offered a non-committal “perhaps” as our appetizer came to the table.
We finished the pâté and I refilled our glasses. As Vanessa raised the glass to her lips, I turned the remote to a medium level. She jumped, but again, not as high, and this time, no sound escaped her lips. She put down her glass, and I complimented her on her response. I then asked her if she thought she deserved a reward for her self-control; “I do think so…but only if you do too.” At that VERY GOOD answer, I turned the remote to medium-low, and watched as her face relaxed, and her eyes closed slightly, enjoying the vibrations. Soon, I could hear, see and smell the telltale signs of her cumming; she started to make light whimpering sounds. Her nipples areola were also standing straight out, looking as big as a $2 coin. And her scent was getting stronger; Vanessa’s musk was one of the things I enjoyed most about her.
Vanessa was now breathing deeply and turning a deeper shade of red and the waves built up inside. I was quite enjoying the show, and also quite pleased that Vanessa was behaving so well. However, I knew our entrees would be here any moment, so I offered her a choice. “Vanessa, we will be served in a few moments, so I offer you a choice. You can either have me turn the egg off, or turn it up and speed along your orgasm. What’s it to be?”
“Ttt…turn….it….up….” was the reply…and so I did. Not to the highest level, but close. Soon, I could see Vanessa start to shake as she struggled to maintain decorum AND keep from expelling the egg. “Sir…may…I…cum now?” she asked. I nodded approval and some of the decorum melted away; her breathing was heavy and rapid, and I could feel her legs shake under the table. “Make sure you do not lose your toy, Vanessa…or I will be VERY displeased!” I reached under the table and felt her legs, crossed at her thighs, and tightly holding her treasured egg. Who says Faberge makes the most valuable eggs in the world? They can’t do this.
Almost on cue, our entrees were delivered and the waiter poured the remainder of the bottle in our glasses. Vanessa had managed to settle herself down, and I could feel much less tension in her legs. We enjoyed the linguine and asked for the desert menu. While waiting, I told Vanessa that there would be another lesson tonight. She looked puzzled, as I had told her when I outlined her training that I only believed in one lesson per evening, and she must have thought that she had just completed it.
“While learning to experience orgasms discretely IS important, and we shall come back to that, I am most troubled by the fact that you doubt your desirability, thereby casting aspersions on me. So, tonight, we are going to address that.” Vanessa asked how that lesson would be delivered; though I had a method in mind, I decided to leave her guessing for the moment.
Pecan pie and a lemon torte finished the meal, and I asked for the cheque. Vanessa asked if she could remove the egg, temporarily, so she could go to the washroom. I nodded yes, but cautioned her that I would be checking for its presence when she returned to the table. I watched her walk to the back of the restaurant, and noticed how much more easily she did so. Her hips moved back and forth as I liked them to; there is an old saying that “men walk in meter, women walk in rhyme” and I was watching that rhyme as it aroused me. I paid the cheque, and soon Vanessa returned. I reached under the table and felt for the egg…and while there, I stroked the lips of her cunt, just to give her a treat. We then left.
“Sir, where are we going now and what is my next lesson going to entail?” I looked at her, and my expression must have given away my intentions, as I could see her become a little anxious. “Well, first, we are going to go home for a bit…I’d like to talk to you there…and I think I deserve a little reward for my instructional efforts so far, don’t you?” Vanessa nodded yes, with a little sparkle in her eye…she knew what was cumming, and it was me…she just didn’t know where.
We got inside and I told her to take off her top and kneel in front of me. She did so, and, like a little bird waiting to be fed, opened her mouth in anticipation. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock, FIRMLY sliding it into that slutty mouth. Vanessa went to work as she can so well, and started to slide her mouth up and down the shaft, but I was not happy; she had her eyes closed. “Vanessa, take off your bra, and DON’T let go of my cock..and LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU HAVE MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH!” She reached around and unhooked all three fasteners, letting it drop to the floor, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
I reached down and twisted the nipple on her right breast till I saw her wince, then did the same with the left. “Do you know why I did that?” I asked, and she nodded yes…carefully, still maintaining eye contact. “What did you do…and don’t stop sucking my cock!” Vanessa closed her eyes for just a second, and resumed eye contact. “Very good…but I think you need more of a reminder,” and I roughly slapped her breasts, taking considerable satisfaction in her expression of the pain she felt.
For what I had in mind for her next lesson, Vanessa needed to look a little less perfect. I knew JUST how to accomplish this change. As I stood there, I grabbed hold of Vanessa’s hair, and instructed her remain motionless and keep her mouth open. She complied as she always does, and I begin fucking her face. At this point, I was not concerned with her comfort OR her pleasure, I simply shoved my cock down her throat then pulled it out again until just the head remained in her mouth. We repeated this motion, over and over and I had no need of any assistance from her.
At this point, this was not a blow job; I was simply fucking Vanessa’s mouth. I began to move a little faster and a little more violently, and Vanessa’s mascara and lipstick were now in QUITE a mess. Her hair was also getting quite unruly. Vanessa could feel my cock harden a little more, and knew the telltale sign of ejaculation. As I started to cum in her mouth, she pulled back just enough to let my sperm land at the back of her tongue so she could taste me. Just another preference I had developed in her.
I told her to clean my cock well as I was not going to be staying and cleaning up before we went out again. She did that job very well, sucking the head into her mouth and making sure she got all of her treat. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft again and made sure there was nothing messy left behind. She then tucked me back into my pants, did up my zipper, and looked at me with her “Did I do well?” look on her face. “Very nice, Vanessa. I’m sure you agree that I earned that…and I know you earned your cum.” She smiled and I told her to get up, and put her bra and top back on.
“Sir, may I go and wash up and comb my hair before I put on my blouse?” I told her no, and then explained why. “Vanessa, we are going out as soon as I can get a cab here. I want you to look like a beautiful, well-appointed young woman that has just sucked a cock; a high-class fellatrix if you will.” Vanessa did not look happy as she did not like to look anything but her best, and, I’m sure, especially so given my lecture in the restaurant. “Can’t I just wipe this make-up off? I must look awful.” I disagreed, telling her, “On the contrary, you look like a cock-sucker, and that is what you will be tonight.” I then got up and ordered a cab to the house. We sat while we waited.
“Can you guess what we are going to do?” I asked Vanessa. She shook her head no, adding “I don’t seem to be very good at anticipating your lessons.” I laughed at this and told her she would become MUCH better in time…or pay the price. In a short time, the cab arrived. We climbed in the back seat, and I saw the cabbie pay attention to Vanessa’s cleavage and her face, in that order. “Where to folks?” he asked and I told him I wanted to go to Mitchell Square. He turned on the meter and took off. I looked at the cabbie’s ID plate; Stanley Wazchenski was our driver. I asked him how long he had been driving, etc., making small talk as we drove.
Vanessa was silent, obviously wondering what her lesson was to be. When we got to Mitchell Square, I said we were going to the All-Star Club and asked Stanley where it was. “I don’t know no…All-Star Club? Are you sure it’s at Mitchell Square?” I acted like I was confused then said, “I think you are right. I’m pretty sure we need to go down to the Main Line.” This was across town and Stan pointed us in the direction and headed off. Vanessa looked at me and asked “Where am I going to learn this lesson? How am I going to make you look good with me on your arm with runny mascara, messy hair…?” I cut her off abruptly, telling her “You won’t be on my arm…you will be in the front seat.” I think she figured out what I meant, and bit her lip.
We were getting close to the Main Line when I told Stan we had to head off in another direction. “Sorry man, I just found the card for the place…it’s in Westport Place.” So once again, Stan turned around and headed across town. I looked at the meter, which was just hitting 64 dollars. I looked at Vanessa, who had a confused and anxious look on her face. “What’s the sad face for, V?” I asked. She whispered back “Are you going to fuck me some place in public? I know we talked about dogging, but….” I shook my head no and assured her that there would be no public fucking involved. But I commended her for the thought. “You know Vanessa, that would be a good way for me to show you how much men appreciate how good you look…fucking in front of lots of them. Remind me of this later.” She didn’t look happy.
And neither did Stan when we got to Westport Place and there was no All-Star Club. “Geez Stan, I’ve dragged you back and forth all over town…I’m really sorry man. I’d like to make it up to you…would you let my friend here make it up to you?” I could tell from Stan’s expression that he was sceptical of my offer. “Listen, here’s what I will do…I’ll pay you for the trip so far and what you think it’ll cost to drive us home. Then, this beautiful woman will give you your tip…or I guess, you might give her yours,” and I winked at him. He didn’t say anything, but drove to a more private area of the parking lot. I handed Vanessa 125 dollars, and told her to take off her bra, but leave her blouse on…I wanted Stan to get a FULL appreciation of her cleavage. “And remember Vanessa,” I whispered, “you can’t swallow till you show me he came in your mouth.”
Vanessa climbed into the front seat, and handed Stan the 125 dollars. “I’m guessing that’s about it, isn’t it Stan? If it’s more, we’ll make it up when we get home…okay?” He nodded, but never took his eyes off Vanessa. “Hey Stan, guess how my friend’s lipstick got all over her face…go ahead, guess…I bet you’ll never get it…so I’m going to have her show you. Here’s a hint…undo your zipper.” I could hear Stan unzip his jeans; from the backseat, he looked like a nice guy, a little grey, maybe 50-55. Good…the older ones take longer to cum.
I saw Vanessa’s head disappear, followed by a VERY sharp intake of breath from the driver’s side. Vanessa had him in her mouth, and I could see her head bobbing up and down on his cock. In the meantime, Stan was lying back against the door, his head alternately back and then up, staring at these blonde tresses moving up and down in his lap. I figured now was a good time to give Vanessa a little more of a treat (I know she thought of the cock was sucking as one”, so I pulled the remote control out of my pocket and turned it on low. The head in front came up and off Stan’s cock as she felt the vibrations inside her. “You likin’ that, puddin'?” Vanessa grunted…I assumed it meant yes.
“Hey Stan, I know you’re enjoying this, but you know, this isn’t like a peeler bar…you CAN touch. Hold her head down, grab her tits…you might as well enjoy yourself… you’ve earned this.” Slowly, I saw Stan lean forward and heard Vanessa grunt even louder; I knew he had grabbed one of her nipples. Vanessa continued her ministrations to Stan’s shaft, and though I couldn’t see it, I knew that by now, she was using her hand as well…probably that “figure-8” move that she does so well. At the same time, I saw Stan lean more forward and heard Vanessa grunt again; he grabbed her other nipple… and let’s face it, give a guy a chance to grab DD breasts, and he’s gonna take it. Until now, he had been silent, but I heard him tell Vanessa to pull up her blouse, and I’m guessing she complied. A minute later I heard “If you keep sucking like that, I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” I heard Vanessa grunt something that sounded like a “yes please” and knew the end was near.
I could see Vanessa’s head moving faster now, and could see more movement out of Stan as well. He started moaning as did Vanessa and I knew her orgasm was building and I guessed his was as well. Just then, I heard Vanessa squeal, and by the sound, I knew the egg had done its magic. And not long after, Stan was proclaiming to the entire world “I’m cumming…I’m cumming in your mouth…oh shit, I’m cumming in your mouth…fuck…ahhhhhhh.” At that, Vanessa rose up to a kneeling position, and I could see her blouse was still up around her neck. She rearranged her blouse and sat back next to me. “Let me see,” I said to her, and she opened wide showing me a rather impressive (for a 50 year old guy) load of cum. “Now, swallow it ALL down,” and she did, not losing a drop (a punishable offense if she does).
“So Stan, you need a second to get your legs under you? We can head back anytime you’re ready.” Stan put the car in gear and headed back out onto Westport Drive and back home. Vanessa looked even more dishevelled from the waist up, and gave me her “Did I do good, Sir?” look again. I smiled at her and nodded, which got a smile from her. “Do you understand now how attractive men find you?” I could see her pondering a response that would be more in the form of a debate, and then give up. “I do Sir…I am beautiful…and I am your cumslut.”
Stan found home for us, and as we got out of the car, I asked him “Have you EVER gotten a better tip than that one?” He smiled and said “I ain’t ever got a better ANYTHING than that!” I looked at Vanessa and winked. Stan drove off and we walked towards the house. Vanessa whispered “Did I take my lessons well Sir?” I sort of nodded, but almost didn’t have the heart to tell her…but it was for her own good, her own learning…and my amusement…
“You did VERY well my dear…but you didn’t ask me for permission to cum in the front seat…that’s gonna cost ya!” And Vanessa’s smile just got bigger at the thought.
More to cum….
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THE BENEFITS OF CHEATING AT SCHOOL...
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Posted:Oct 2, 2012 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2013 8:24 pm 23721 Views
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I have just dismissed my class in Human Resource Recruitment. As the class leaves, I call out "Vanessa, could you see me for a minute?" At that, a tall, confident, statuesque blonde walked toward me. She wore a sweater and long skirt, but even those could not hide her full breasts, hips and ass...which of course, I tried not to notice. "Vanessa, I still have your case study and I need to talk to you about it" I said, explaining why I had not turned her paper back to her. She turned slightly red, and looked down for a second before telling me that she had an appointment and had to leave, but could come to see me after her night class.
At 8:45, I heard a knock at my office door, and Vanessa came in when invited. "Do you know why I asked to see you?" I said. She shook her head no. "Vanessa, I have to explain something to you. I handed out the same case study this year as I did last year, and it's the first time I have done that. However, I made one change." At that, her face turned white, and I could see her breasts start to heave as she started breathing hard. "I changed the name of the company from Winterbourn to Battleford...can you explain to me why the company is still called Winterbourn in your case paper?"
Her big blue eyes started to tear up as she looked at me. "No, I can't explain that" she said, biting her lip. She was sitting on the couch I had in my office, and looked like she was about to collapse in panic.
"Vanessa" I said, "I don't understand. You are probably my best student. Why would you cheat on this assignment?"
She looked at me and just shook her head..."I don't know, I just didn't have time, and I didn't want to disappoint you. It's so important to me to do well for you."
I looked at her, suddenly looking vulnerable, and I felt sorry for her...and also, inappropriately, so fucking turned on! "Vanessa, you have violated the school's honour code. I have to report this. I am afraid that you could be expelled."
At that, she looked at me, pleading "No, Professor, please don't turn me in...I'll do another one, I'll do extra work, just please...I have to graduate."
And then, my mind went into overdrive...
"Vanessa, you need to learn the consequences of dishonesty in this situation."
She looked at me, nodding her head in agreement. "I do, I know...can't we come up with a punishment between us?" And with that question, I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye...I KNOW I saw her nipples harden in her sweater. Not that I needed the encouragement, but I pushed on.
"Well, we both know that if I just gave you additional work, and you did it YOURSELF this time, you will get an 'A', so that's hardly a punishment…I mean…it’ll take you some extra time, but it’s not like it will be a BIG penalty…so….I THINK YOU NEED A SPANKING!"
She looked at me, not sure if I was serious. “You’re kidding” she replied, and I just shook my head, indicating I was not. “YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY BE SERIOUS” she said, looking at me like I was insane.
“I am as serious as the penalty for cheating…you need to learn that your behaviour, in this case, your dishonesty, has consequences beyond a little bit of inconvenience. Let’s be honest, you’ll stay home one extra night to do the extra assignment – so you’ll miss one date or one night out with the girls. YOU NEED TO SEE THIS WILL COST YOU!”
Vanessa still couldn’t believe what I was telling her. “So let me get this straight, professor…you are going to spank me…hit me in my butt…and that is my punishment? No academic penalty?”
I nodded, but upped the ante a little. “That is essentially correct, BUT in order to ensure that you feel the full effects of the spanking, you will need to lift your skirt up and lie over my knee.”
Once again, Vanessa looked incredulous. “I can’t believe you are even suggesting this…do you have ANY idea what would happen if I went to the Dean and reported you for this?”
“Actually, I do” I told her. “The Dean will call us both into his office…separately, of course, and ask us to provide her with our own versions of events. Of course, I will include the information about your academic dishonesty, tell her that I was prepared to report you, and suggest to her that you are making this up to avoid the consequences of cheating.” I was looking at her, hard in the eye, and I could see that she was backing down. “Add that to the fact that I have a PERFECT record here, and I’m quite confident that, first, I will be unscathed by your accusation, and second, you will be expelled for your cheating.”
Vanessa knew that I was right, but she didn’t look like she was confident that I would hold up my end of the bargain. She stared at me, finally saying “Let me understand…you will spank me for cheating, and after you have finished, this incident will be forgotten. Is that right?” I nodded in the affirmative. "What about the assignment?” she asked. “Do I get the grade you would give it if I didn’t cheat?”
I looked at her with my best “You’ve-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me” look. “Oh no,” I told her, “YOU will redo this assignment…ON YOUR OWN, this time.”
Again, Vanessa looked at me with that confused little girl look. She tried to clarify again. “So, I have to let you spank me, wearing just my panties AND still do the assignment?” I shook my head no. She looked confused again, and I cleared that up. “You will NOT have panties on when I spank you…unless you feel bare skin-on-skin, it will not have the desired effect…desired by me, of course.”
“So, I will have to let you spank my bare ass…” she began and I cut her off.
“Lying over my knee…that’s the requirement.”
She continued from before, “…lie down over you knee, let you spank my bare bum, and STILL have to do the goddamned case…is that right?” I nodded in the affirmative. She looked sceptical, but continued. “And that will satisfy you"? I nodded again. Vanessa sighed loudly and looked away for a moment. She looked back and said “I’ll do it…please don’t make it hurt too much?” I turned away…
I moved to the couch in my office and told Vanessa to come over. I asked her to lift up her skirt and remove her panties (so I could make sure she felt her punishment), and then lay across my desk. She did me one better; she slid her skirt off, revealing stockings, garters and a pair of soft yellow panties. I could see that they were darker between her legs, showing me her growing wetness.
She looked at me again, somewhat unsure...and moistened her lips. Without taking her eyes off mine, she undid one garter, then the other, than rolled her panties off. She then redid the garters, ensuring her stockings remained up. I also saw a Brazilian wax, and her moistness rolling down her thigh.
"Vanessa, lay here, across my lap, face down! You are to receive 25 strokes per cheek! And you are to count each blow." She laid herself across my knees, face down as I demanded, and I began to slap the cheeks of her ass, first one then the other. She was able to count the first few strokes in a fairly strong voice, but after about the first five, her counting was laboured and tentative…I liked that. I knew it was having the desired effect.
Soon, I could also hear her moaning between the slaps...not from pain, but from pleasure. I administered her punishment until her cheeks were flaming red.
At that point, I slid her thighs apart on my lap, and sampled her wetness; her juices were thick, salty, and absolutely delicious. At this, she seemed afraid, and made a move to stop me, trying to clench her thighs together. I slid two fingers inside her wet cunt, and massaged the area above her pubic bone, and her thighs relaxed open...so much that she started to shake.
"WWWhat are you doing now" she asked, almost breathless, as she began to buck against my hand. I continued my massage, and used some of her wetness to lubricate the rosebud that was her asshole...with that, I slid one, then two, then three fingers inside her. She looked over her shoulder at me, with a look of bewilderment and pure lust.
"Oh...my...god" she screamed "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." and she stood up, mostly to get my fingers away from her. She fell back onto the couch, sobbing, and shaking. "I can't believe you did that to me...I can't believe I let you down..." she said, as she caught her breath.
"Vanessa, you know that was hard for me, don't you?" She looked up at me, face flushed, hair all over...and need showing in her eyes and pouring from her cunt. "Vanessa, that's not all that was hard for me" as I started to unzip my pants. She began to lick her lips in anticipation, and moved toward me, when I stopped her. "NO...you will do only what I tell you to do, do you understand me?"
She looked up at me, confused that I would stop her, but nodded, and I told her to take off her sweater. Underneath, she had a light cotton t-shirt with a shelf bra sewn in. "You will NEVER wear such a garment in my class again, do you understand," I yelled at her. She looked at me, confused. "That shit looks like crap on you, and I want to see something womanly on you! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" She looked up and nodded... she looked afraid, which made me even harder. "From now on, you will wear a proper bra, lacy, feminine, one worthy of your breasts...now, take that thing off" I told her, and she did, lifting it over her head, and shaking her blonde hair for effect…of course, that was not all that shook, as those voluptuous breasts swung free and attracted much of my attention.
Her nipples were pink and engorged; I reached down and twisted them HARD, then slapped her breasts as I had her ass. She was no longer a student, she was a slut for me to use. She was also no longer confused; she was in heat, and eager to follow my instructions. "Vanessa, can you suck your own nipples" I asked? She nodded, and lifted one breast to her lips. "BITE IT!" I ordered, and she started to lightly bite her nipple. "HARDER! I want to see you bite it" and she did, taking the nipple between her teeth and biting till I saw a tear. I then told her to sit on the couch and spread her legs as widely as she could. She did as she was told; by now, her eyes were glazed with a mixture of pain and pleasure, longing and lust. I took three fingers and shoved them into her cunt; she winced, yet thrust her hips to meet my hand, her eyes meeting mine, pleading for me to satisfy her, yet wanting me to be satisfied. I rammed my fingers into her cunt, faster and faster, as her head rolled back. "Vanessa! This will teach you never to cheat again, won't it?" I screamed at her. She said yes...and I shoved all four fingers inside her. I finger-fucked her until she started to shake again...and again, she climaxed all over my hand.
"Vanessa! It's time for me to feel good now" and she nodded, reaching for me. I slapped her hands away, and screamed "I told you...you do only what I tell you! Lie on the desk with your head dangling over the edge...NOW...and open your mouth...for now, your mouth will be another cunt, and I’m going to use it like I would use your cunt!"
At that she lay down on my desk, her head bent back. I stuck my cock into her mouth and started fucking her mouth, like a wet open cunt. Every few strokes I held my cock deep into her throat...she looked up at me, a little frightened, a lot turned on. "Get on your knees on the couch and face the wall."
She did as she was told, her luscious ass facing me, her asshole still wet and open from my earlier invasion. I removed my jeans and underwear, and slowly ran my hand along the curve of her ass...then spread her ass cheeks wide and plunged my cock into her tight, inviting asshole. I had clearly taken her by surprise, and she screamed...but not JUST in pain. She reached behind and held her ass cheeks open, begging me "Fuck me, fuck my ass...I need to be punished...I want you to be proud of me..."
There was to be no tender entry, no slow build up. I fucked her deep and fast, and slapped her ass as I fucked it. She took one of her hands and started to finger herself, when I roughly grabbed her wrist and told her, "Vanessa, that cunt is mine and mine alone...only I will touch it unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?" She nodded and started to fondle her breasts, sucking and biting on her nipples. I roughly slapped her tit, and told her that they were mine as well, and she could not touch them without my permission either.
I was getting close to cumming, and I wanted her to taste me. I pulled out of her, and told her to face me; she sat forward on the couch, and I could see how wet she was. I lifted her legs in the air, and eased my cock back in her ass, thrusting in, then pulling all the way out again before repeating the motion. Her gorgeous asshole was distended, wide open, and fiery red...she was shaking again, moaning that she was going to cum. I looked at her, breasts swinging, hair and make-up a mess, and knew I would cum in her mouth. "Vanessa, I want to cum...you will take me in your mouth...you want me in your mouth, don't you?" See became more agitated and nodded, looking at me, begging me to fill her mouth.
I pulled out of her ass, and she took hold of me, pulling me into her hot mouth, stroking, until I couldn't hold back. She looked into my eyes as she took my orgasm, cheeks bulging, trying unsuccessfully not to lose a drop. She looked wild as she cleaned my cock, and rubbed the cum that escaped from the corners of her mouth into her breasts. My legs were like rubber as I sat next to her on the couch. My only thought was that I had not even kissed this woman. We sat for a moment, taking in what had just happened.
Vanessa looked at me, and with a gleam in her eye, and a blob of cum on her lips said "If this is gonna be my punishment every time I cheat in your class, do you really think I'm gonna stop?"
And that led to a discussion of her lack of discipline…and a new journey for her as she began to learn what it meant to be obedient…
THE END…FOR NOW!
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