Brett Medford waited with anticipation for his first class of his teaching career to begin. He had jumped at the chance to teach at an all-girl boarding school that promised "more rigorous academic programs" and "higher expectations" that "lays the groundwork for your daughter to have excellent self-discipline in college and even as an adult." As soon as he'd read the promotional flyer, he was hooked. This was the reason he went into teaching. He had a passion for teaching students eager to learn critical thinking and writing skills, and South Lake University of Technology sounded like just the place to find such students.
And he wouldn't even have to find an apartment! He could live right on campus! It was an ideal first job being right out of college. His apartment was small, it was true. Little more than a glorified hotel room with the exception of a small kitchenette, and a comfortable study nook with a desk and an oversized easy chair perfect for reading or grading papers. He doubted he would use the kitchenette much anyhow, since he could take meals in the cafeteria with the students. This was also included in his compensation package. Granted, the pay was at the low end of the scale, but given that this was his first job, and that room and board were included, he would still be able to sock away a considerable chunk of his income in a retirement account.
This first class was considered "home room" and all fifteen girls under his tutelage would report to his classroom for morning instructions, discussion, and study time. He had planned for this very first class to be an introductory session, where he could get acquainted with the students and develop a rapport. Admittedly, he had a rather idealistic vision of what it would be like. As is often the case in real life, however, what actually happened was not like anything he could have predicted.
He had completed roll call for thirteen of the fifteen girls before he realized that Riley was absent. In a normal school setting, there could be any number of reasons why a student was absent, but South Lake University of Technology was a boarding school, thus most of the usual reasons for a student's absence did not apply.
"Has anyone seen Riley this morning?" he asked. "Was she at breakfast?"
Typically, no one volunteered an answer. Brett scanned the Plan of the Day for any notification that she might have reported to the school nurse for some reason. He was familiar with the issues that being female could sometimes present and was sympathetic, but he should have received a notification if Riley had reported to the nurse.
He was thinking about next steps when the door opened and Riley walked in, seven minutes late.
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Medford" she said as she walked in and stood next to his desk.
"I hope you have a good excuse for being late on your very first day," he said, frowning.
"Not really," Riley shrugged.
"Surely there must be some reason why you were late."
"I'd rather not say," Riley pleaded.
"I'm supposed to administer corporal punishment to students who are tardy," he said. "But since it is the first day, I will forego the punishment provided you explain to me why you were late."
"Can I just whisper in your ear?"
"Fine," Brett agreed reluctantly. He already felt guilty for not immediately administering the punishment. If students determine that you are an easy mark, you'll not get any cooperation from them at all. They will just walk all over you. He really didn't want to have to be a hard ass on the very first day, though.
"I was masturbating, and it took longer than anticipated," Riley whispered into his ear.
Brett felt the color rising in his cheeks. That couldn't possibly be the reason she was late. She was just playing him! Right? Fine. He would play, too. Brett didn't react beyond the blush in his cheeks, a totally involuntary response he couldn't control.
"I did tell you that I would forego the punishment if you told me why you were late," Brett said sternly, so you won't get the seven swats you would have had coming, but I do intend to make an example of you for the benefit of the rest of the class, since I find your explanation highly improbable."
"You don't believe me?" Riley asked with concern.
"Actually, no," Brett admitted.
"I promise I am telling the truth," she said with a very sincere expression.
Trouble was, Brett knew that it could simply be an act. He had no way to gauge Riley's honesty, having just met her.
"I will never lie to you, Mr. Medford"
"I hope that you live up to that promise, Riley, but you must endure the trappings of your punishment even if you escape the actual swats."
Brett turned to address the class. " South Lake University of Technology takes discipline very seriously. It's one of the main reasons parents tell us they send their daughters here. I told Riley that I would forego the punishment that would normally correspond to tardiness if she was forthcoming about her reason for being late. I have my doubts that she was. So, for the benefit of the rest of you, I will take advantage of Riley's predicament to demonstrate what would have happened to her, and what most certainly will happen to any of you who take tardiness lightly."
"Riley, stand in front of my desk, facing the front of the classroom."
Riley complied obediently.
"Remove your panties." A collective gasp arose from the class.
"What?" Riley asked.
"Spankings may be administered to bare buttocks at the teacher's discretion," Brett quoted from the school policy manual.
Riley slid her panties down. They fell around her ankles.
"Hand them to me," Brett said.
Riley bent down to pick them up, giving Brett a clear view of all that she had, since the school uniform skirts barely covered the girls' buttocks. This was intended to bolster the girls' integration of their femininity since the STEM community was still largely male dominated. Riley handed him her white cotton panties. He noted that they were conspicuously damp in the vaginal area. Perhaps she was telling the truth after all. He smelled them. They definitely bore the odor of her sex.
"Bend over the desk," Brett ordered. Riley complied. He lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks to the entire class. Then he grabbed her cheeks, which he noted were firm and shapely, and spread them, peering down at her sphincter. He ran a finger around it and licked it.
"Thank you for practicing good hygiene, Riley," he said. A nervous laugh erupted from the class. "It's at this point I would administer the seven swats with this paddle," he held up the 3 x 18 wooden paddle. "Riley will be spared this particular indignation," he told the class, then addressed her directly. "Stand facing the front of the room until I'm ready to counsel you."
Absolutely mortified, Riley stood to the side of his desk, facing the whiteboard, waiting.
"I'm pretty sure that none of you wants to push your luck with the tardiness policy," he said. He grabbed his student attendance sheet and called out, "Zoe."
"Here," she said immediately. The voice came from an attractive blonde in the back of the room. But they were all attractive, Brett noted. Some more so than others, but they all had their charms.
He turned his attention back to Riley. She was very attractive. He stood in front of her and looked in her eyes. She had teared up considerably. Penitence was good, he thought. He reached down and ran a finger along the slit of her labia. She looked at him with surprise, at first, but the surprise gave way to lust.
"Don't ever be late to my class because you were masturbating ever again," he said sternly so that only she could hear. She nodded. "You are allowed masturbate in class as long as you sit in the front row where I can see you." He ran the back of his hand along her cheek, wiping away a tear. "If it's any consolation, I really regret not being able to spank you. I'm sure I would have really enjoyed it."
"I can't believe you're talking to me this way."
"I can't believe you decided to test me on my very first day by being late to class because you were masturbating." He handed her panties back to her.
"Should I put them on?" she asked.
"You must wait until the end of class. I wouldn't advise wandering the halls sans underwear. Instead, you can sit in the front row with your legs spread and see if you can give me an embarrassing erection."
Riley reached out and grabbed his crotch. He already had the beginnings of an erection. She could feel it grow at her touch. She unzipped his fly and had his erect penis out before he could stop her. Well, that isn't entirely true. He could have stopped her if he really wanted to. In his mind, the fact that she initiated the act made it okay.
Brett forgot about being a schoolteacher the moment she inserted his penis into her vagina. He picked Riley up and relocated her to his desktop and began hammering his penis into her tight pussy, lost in the sensation and oblivious to everything else except her tongue dancing in his mouth as she kissed him. He rammed his cock deep inside her tight pussy until she came and squirted all over him, drenching his pants. He let himself go then, and came, spurting his semen deep inside her.
He looked at her. She looked at him.
