"You wanted to see me, Mr. Smith?"
He looks up from the stack of papers on his desk, momentarily not knowing what she is talking about due to what she is wearing. A very short red, plaid skirt, a white button up blouse, white knee high socks and mary jane shoes. Her hair is in two pigtails that cascade over the front of her breasts.
"Ummm…oh..yes..yes. I think we need to discuss your paper. There are a few things that concern me."
She bites her lip, worried about a bad grade showing up on her college applications. "What is it? Did I do something wrong? I followed all of your instructions to the letter."
He gives her a smile. "Yes, that is true. If you could come here, I will show as to what I am referring."
She hesitates a little when she realizes that no one else is in the classroom or even out in the hall for that matter. It is usually a rule in the school that all male teachers must have someone present when they are alone with a female student, she thinks to herself. Well, I don't want to get a bad grade. Slowly, she approaches his desk, coming to stand in front of him as he sits back on the edge of it.
"Alright, look here," he says as he gently pulls her towards him. "This sentence structure is all wrong." He moves his mouth closer to her ear. "Now I could help you with this, if you want me to," he whispers in her ear.
She starts to become uncomfortable and tries to move away but he has her trapped between the desk and him. "Umm…Sir…I see what you mean. I can…uhhh…get some help from the tutors."
He reaches down and takes her hand. "I don't think that will be necessary."
His voice in her ear causes her to shiver. She knows this is wrong, him being her teacher but a pleasurable ripple goes down her body. It makes her feel naughty.
"I have told you time and time again about sentence structure but for some reason you don't seem to get it. Perhaps punishment is in order." His hand slides up her back and gently pushes her over to where she is bent over the desk. He can feel her breathing hard but she doesn't object as he slides his hand under her skirt. She isn't wearing panties, he thinks to himself. "Well it seems you are a naughty girl," he says, his voice hoarse with lust. He leans down as he caresses the back of her thigh. "I watch you when I teach, you know, watch as you lick your lips while you write. So innocent of a gesture but you don't know how it drives me crazy. It takes all my will power not to imagine those lips wrapped around my cock."
She can't believe this is happening. This is her teacher. This isn't right but the thought of doing something this wrong turns her on even more. She has always been the good girl, always doing well in school, following directions. "Ummm…I don't know what you mean, Sir."
He lets out a soft moan. "Mmmmm…every time you call me Sir, I imagine you tied up, begging me to fuck you."
Her hips move slightly of their own free will at his words.
"You seem to like that thought too," he sys to her as his fingers graze her pussy, wetness already coating them. "Tell me, Sarah. Do you ever think of my cock as you sit in class? Do you ever imagine me fucking you from behind, plunging deep inside you?"
Her breathing comes quicker.
He takes his free hand and reaches for a metal ruler that he keeps on his desk, next to all his other supplies. He slowly raises her skirt than drags the sharp edge of it across her skin, causing a red line to appear. She gasps at the pain but does not complain. "Perhaps you like the pain," he whispers to her as he leans down again, this time his tongue running along the outer edge of her ear. He raises the ruler then softly taps her ass as she presses back against it. He raises it again and smacks her harder with it. This time he gets what he wants. She lets out a whimper that turns into a moan. "You do like that then," he says as he stands back up, smiling to himself. "Stay just like that and do not move." He waits for her to say what he wants to hear.
"Yes…..Sir."
She does as he says, not wanting to move anyway. She feels the ruler smack against her skin again and again while the sting starts to cause warmth that spreads across her ass. Then it stops and the urge to turn around starts to grow but she stays where she, knows that is what he wants. For some reason, the need to please him, to obey him makes her heart race and her pussy even wetter. She can hear him breathing hard. "Sir…"
