I know it's wrong, you're my teacher, but for the entire year I have secretly had a crush on you. So far I have been passing the course but I'm not really sure how. You've worn low cut blouses and short, tight skirts almost every day and it's been driving me crazy. Now it's the last week of the semester of my senior year of high school. I thought I'd really be looking forward to graduation but now I'm not so sure. The thought of not seeing your sexy body every day is kind of depressing.
We have finished our final exams and there's nothing left to do, so you have given us some quiet reading time. Most of the other people in class are quietly talking to each other but all I can do is stare at you. You're leaning back in your chair reading. It's a very warm June and you have unbuttoned your blouse just down low enough that I can see a little cleavage. Your feet are up on your desk giving me a wonderful view of your legs.
You're concentrating on your book and you have no idea that I'm watching you, so I have plenty of time. I start to fantasize about us. I imagine us alone in the classroom, I slowly walk up to you as you take off your glasses and look up at me. I kneel down in front of you and slowly start to unbutton your blouse. I slip your blouse off your shoulders running my hands down your arms as it slides off of you. I admire your creamy white skin for a few moments before I reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You move forward allowing my hands to slip behind you as you look deep into my eyes with a lustful look. I unclasp your bra and slip it off your shoulders, revealing the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. I massage one of your breasts as I take a nipple into my mouth...
Suddenly I'm snapped out of my fantasy. I've been so busy staring at your breasts that I don't realize that you're staring at me. I also realize that all this time I have been stroking my hard cock through my jeans and I think you can see under my desk. You just look at me with absolutely no expression. I quickly pull my hand away from my crotch and look around. It doesn't seem like any one else has noticed what I've been doing so I look back at you. You are still staring at me with the same strange look and I'm not sure if I am in trouble or not.
Just then the bell rings and everyone stands up to leave. I still have an erection and I'm really not sure what to do. We've turned in our books so I can't even hold them in front of me to hide it. I figure my best bet is to leave in the middle of the crowd so you won't be able to see my bulge. I stand up and start to head for the door when I hear you call my name. I stop dead, just a few feet from the doorway. I sigh and turn, then walk toward your desk. You're looking me right in the eye, then for a split second you look down at my crotch. You look me in the eye, and then tell me very sternly that you would like to see me after school so that we can discuss what happened here.
I tell you ok and then quickly leave the room. I'm incredible frightened and embarrassed. I'm sure you saw me touching myself while I was staring at you and you did not seem very pleased about it. I didn't really do anything that could get me in trouble but how am I going to be able to face you again. There's only two more days left of school, maybe I could just skip. Oh well, one good thing, my erection has finally gone away.
The only thing I can think of for the rest of the day is what you are going to say. I start to think maybe I should just leave after my last class and say I forgot that you wanted to see me. But if I did that I'm sure you would just call my parents and I definitely don't want that to happen. So I guess I'll just have to go through with it.
The rest of the day goes by way too quickly and the final bell rings. I walk slowly to your classroom and stand outside for a few minutes to summon my courage up. I slowly walk into the class with my eyes looking down at the floor. No matter how hard I try I can't look up at you. I hear you tell me in a very angry voice, "Sit down!"
I sit at a desk in the front row and I hear you get up and walk over to the door. You shut and lock the door. I'm confused as to why you have locked the door but before I can think about it too much you look at me and say, "Not there, up at my desk!"
I look up and see that you have placed a second chair up next your desk. I get up and go over to your desk and sit down. You sit back down in your chair directly in front of me. "Look at me!" you command.
I force myself to look up and I notice you have unbuttoned a few more buttons on your blouse. I begin to think maybe I'm not in as much trouble as I thought. I'm snapped back to reality as you say, "We need to speak about what happened here today. You cannot just stare at women like you did today. We are not pieces of meat. And I will not even go into what you were doing under your desk! Do you know how that made me feel?"
"No Ma'am," I say meekly.
You sigh softly as you begin to calm down a little. "I don't know what to do about this. You obviously didn't mean any harm, and no one was hurt. Actually, I guess I should be flattered that a young man would find me attractive. But you do need to be punished for what you did so that you will learn your lesson. I almost wish spanking was still allowed in schools."
I'm not sure why but as you mention the spanking my cock hardens immediately. The problem is it's pointing in a strange direction as it hardens and it presses hard against my jeans making a very noticeable bulge.
"I see your little friend likes the idea," you say as you place your hand on my thigh.
You start to gently rub my thigh as my cock grows even harder. You laugh and tell me to stand up. I get up and you tell me to bend over your desk. I hesitate for a moment trying to decide what to do. You grab my shoulder and push me over the desk forcefully. You lean over and say into my ear, "Do as I tell you!"
I've never had a woman take control like this. I'm a little scared but excited. I see you reach over onto your desk and grab your ruler. With no hesitation I feel the first crack of the ruler against my ass. It hurts but it kind of feels good. Then before I know what's going you spank me again and again and again. Over and over you slap the ruler across my ass until I unintentionally start to moan with each strike.
You stop and reach around to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I come to my senses and realize you are about to beat my bare ass with the ruler. I start to beg you not to but you start to laugh. You throw the ruler down on the desk and say, "Don't worry Baby, I'm not going to use the ruler on your bare, sweet little ass."