As soon as I said yes, I regretted it. John had asked me to do him a favour, and being the helpful type I had said yes. Now I was having second thoughts. He had asked me to teach his "Computers for Adult Beginners" course for one night. What do I know about teaching? It was only for an hour, and he had sent me the lesson plan. It seemed straight forward enough, but now I was nervous. My hand was on the door of the classroom, palms sweating, my heart beating fast. I just had to get through the first five minutes and I would be fine.
This was the last class of the night, and the owner of the building had asked me to lock up after I had finished. Another burden that I didn't want, but I had promised to help out John, so I had to do this.
As I stepped into the classroom, fifteen curious eyes looked at me. I am not very good at meeting new people, so this was giving me palpitations. I put my bag on the desk, and turned and faced the class. I introduced myself, and started to run through what we were going to be going through tonight. I asked if they were ready, and they nodded.
The lesson became easier as it went on, and I got into the swing. The more comfortable I got, the more I noticed her. She was sitting at the back, seemed to be staring at me. Every time I looked her way, she would shyly lower her eyes. She was the only one who did this, and I told myself it was because she was an attentive student. Something about her had me intrigued, and her smile was infectious.
As the class were doing their final exercise of the night, some copy and paste activities, I wandered down the back of the class, and watched her from behind. Her hair was Auburn and long - down to the middle of her back - and she had it tied in a ponytail. I watched as she completed the tasks.
"That's very good Marie," I said.
"Thanks," she replied.
There was something in her voice that did something to me. I told myself that I was being stupid, that it was because of the situation, and my own crazy fantasies that I was feeling this.
The class finally ended. I told them we were done for the night and said that if anyone had any questions, I would hang around for a few minutes. Everyone left except Marie, sitting down the back. As the last person walked out, I strolled down towards her, watching her eyes follow me, looking me up and down. I was unsure what this was about, but I could now notice her nipples pressing against her top.
I stood beside her, and asked her how I could help her. She turned her head, and instead of looking at my face, looked directly at my crouch.
"I think I have wrecked this computer," She said.
"It's pretty hard to wreck a computer just by using it," I replied.
"Well," she said, and there was no mistaking the huskiness in her voice now, "I am pretty good at doing hard things."
I was turned on and shocked at the same time, my mind racing through the ideas I had only dreamed about. I could feel the stirrings in my groin, feel the blood surging, making me excited, and I hoped it wasn't that visible.
I leaned over to look at the screen to see what the problem was, and could see right down her breasts. They were lovely, and I imagined holding them, but I had to stop myself and focus on what she had done. I glanced at the screen, and there was porn picture, a man standing at a desk, with a girl kneeling in front of him. Both were naked. Despite myself, I gasped a little, telling my self to stay in control, and do the responsible thing.
I said, "That Marie, shouldn't be what you doing in this class, looking at images like that!"
"Sorry Sir," she said breathlessly, "I just couldn't help myself. I'm a naughty girl."
My penis sprang to life at that, and I decided right then that I owed John big time.
"Well you realise that naughty girls need to get punished don't you?"
"Yes sir."
I stood beside her, my cock pressing hard against my slacks, very obvious, but I didn't hide it. It had always been a fantasy of mine, teacher student. Usually in a situation as lovers, but having a submissive woman do my bidding was even hotter that I imagined.
"I'll have to think up an appropriate punishment for you Marie, for being such a bad girl."
"Yes sir, I'm sure you will sir, I am very good at being a bad girl sir."
She was staring at the bulge in my pants, smiling, and then looked up at me, eyes full of lust and desire.
"You just sit there and contemplate for a moment while I decide what to do to you."
"Yes sir, I'll do whatever you want me to sir."
I looked around the room, the lights were bright, but the blinds had been drawn earlier, and the only window into the room was in the entry door. Besides, I knew that there was no one else here as I was locking up. I walked over to the door, and locked it, looking outside to make sure that all the others had gone. I walked back to the desk and lent against it, my arms folded in front of me.
"While I'm thinking about this, you had better shut that computer down."
"Yes sir."
As I heard the closing down sound of the computer, I had decided what to do.
"Stand up and walk over here."
Her figure was great, curves in all the right places, breasts perfect, and her nipples pressing against her top. I realised she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a skirt on that stopped halfway down her thighs. As she approached me, her movements were sensual, hips swaying slightly, breast bouncing provocatively. Her eyes were looking at the floor.
I said to her, "From now on Marie, you are to either be looking at my eyes, or looking an my cock."
She smiled, "Yes sir!" and stared at my bulge. I was so turned on by this that I wasn't sure how long I would last if I fucked her, but I had a plan to get her ready before I did that.
"Stop there," I commanded, as she was a few feet away from me.
"You are going to do whatever I say you are to do, with out delay, or there will be consequences."
"Consequences sir?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "Each time you refuse or disobey me, that is another hour you are going to be mine to toy with as I please. At the moment you are in for an hour of punishment."
She gasped as I said that, and her cheeks flushed red.
"Yes sir," she said huskily.
I walked around the desk and grabbed the chair, cleared the desk of the few items that were on the top, then sat in front of the students chairs.
"Sit on the desk facing me, knees together."
She did so, and was looking into my eyes now, a mixture of fear and excitement.
"You, Marie, are a bad girl, you have purposely turned me on, and now my throbbing cock wants to pound you into submission. But first, you are going to perform for me, so that I can enjoy lusting after you. You are not to cum at anytime without permission. You may get as close to orgasm as you like, but if you cum without permission, then you will remain my slave till I am finished with you."
"Yes sir." - she struggled to say this, the voice quiet and even huskier.
I stood up and walked over to her, almost touching her. She looked into my eyes, and I knew that she would do whatever I asked.
"Are you wet Marie, is your pussy tingling with anticipation?"
"Yes sir, very much so sir."
"You want me to fuck you don't you Marie?"
"Yes please sir, fuck me hard sir."
My cock was throbbing with the though of that, and I knew she wanted it bad.
"Well Marie, you may feel my hard cock, feel what you are going to get - eventually."
She squeezed my cock through the slacks, and let out a small moan, as did I.
I let her feel me for a couple of seconds, then said, "Hands off now, because I know you want that so much, you are going to have wait till I am good and ready. I'll fuck you when I want to, not when you want me to."
