Pushing her books away from her, Amanda sat back in her chair and stretched, easing the tension in the cramped muscles of her shoulders. "That's probably enough of that for tonight. You've worked very hard," Mr. Reid, her maths teacher said. Amanda nodded, agreeing with her teacher, she had worked very hard, trying to understand and figure out the solutions to the equations that she had been set.
Amanda had been receiving private tuition from Mr. Reid for almost a year and, she was forced to admit, she had benefited immensely from these sessions at his home. Usually there were two other girls in her study group but tonight Amanda was on her own. Mr. Reid's wife was a nurse and frequently worked, as she was tonight, on nightshifts. For some reason, the occasions when Amanda was the only one of the three girls to turn up for the study group always seemed to coincide with the nights that Mrs. Reid wasn't at home. Amanda smiled to herself, reflecting on the 'coincidence', wondering what form her 'payment' for tonight's extra tuition would take. Amanda's smile deepened as she wondered how her mother would react if she ever found out just how her daughter 'paid' for some of extra tuition she received.
Following a pattern that had been established over the course of the last six months, Amanda tidied her books away then began 'searching' in her bag for her purse. After a few moments of fruitless 'searching', Amanda looked up at her teacher. Affecting a worried expression she said, "I... I'm sorry Mr. Reid b... but I... I seem to have left my purse at home."
Mr. Reid assumed a stern expression. "I see," he said, eyeing Amanda speculatively. "Well, Miss Ross," he continued, "I assume we'll have to come to some other arrangement to cover tonight's fee."
"Trying not to smile, Amanda lowered her gaze. "Y... yes, Mr. Reid," she said in a timid sounding voice, "I suppose we will."
"I imagine you know what's expected of you," Mr. Reid said as Amanda rose and made her way to the kitchen door. Still smiling, Amanda nodded as she turned and left the room. "Five minutes," Mr. Reid called after her as she made her way along the hall to the room that was her destination.
Reaching the bedroom that belonged to Hannah, Mr. Reid's daughter, Amanda quickly stepped inside. As she began to strip off her school uniform she spotted the long haired, strawberry-blonde wig that her teacher often asked her to wear and smiled as she made her way towards the wardrobe. Rummaging around, she quickly found the short, tight black skirt that she knew her teacher liked to her wear. Selecting the cut-off denim jacket that she liked and a tight, low-cut little red top, Amanda closed the wardrobe door and crossed to the dressing table to get ready.
As she often did on nights like these, Amanda had chosen to wear a pair of black, fishnet stockings, a lacy suspender belt with matching bra and thong under her school uniform. While she had no hesitation about wearing the other girl's outfits, Amanda preferred to wear her own underwear. On a whim, she decided to dispense with her thong as she started to get dressed.
Despite the fact that Hannah was several years older than she was, her teacher's daughter's clothes fitted Amanda snugly. She'd worn them often enough to realise that Hannah must be much the same size and shape as she was. Sitting at Hannah's dressing table, Amanda applied a minimum of makeup around her eyes and to her cheeks before applying a generous amount of bright red lipstick to her lips. When she was satisfied with her look, Amanda picked up the wig and put it on her head. It fitted easily over her short brown hair. Taking a final look in the mirror, then glancing at the framed photograph on the dressing table, Amanda was forced to admit that, with the wig and wearing her clothes, she did bear a passing resemblance to Mr. Reid's daughter.
Sitting on the edge of Hannah's bed, Amanda took a quick look around the room. She smiled as she spotted the video camera for the first time. Mr. Reid often recorded these sessions, so its presence came as no surprise. Her teacher had even let her have copies of the tapes of some of their sessions. Sometimes he had Amanda pretend to be his secretary, on others he preferred to be in her school uniform but the times when he had her dress up us his daughter were always the best and Amanda felt a shiver of anticipation for what was to come.
Digging in her bag, Amanda found her cigarettes. Lifting one to her lips, she lit up and inhaled deeply. She'd taken no more than a few puffs when Mr. Reid burst into the room. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" he said, the glint in his eye belying his stern expression and tone, "Put that thing out at once!"
Amanda took a last long pull on her cigarette then stubbed it out in the ashtray on the bedside cabinet. "I... I'm sorry," she said in a little girl voice, "but I only had one."
"Don't give me that," Mr. Reid said, "and look at you, you're dressed like a whore." He looked at Amanda speculatively. "You'll have to be punished, girl," he said.
"Y... yes, daddy," Amanda said timidly.
"What was that?" Mr. Reid asked.
"Yes, daddy," Amanda replied, a hint of indignity in her voice.
"I'll have none of your cheek, my girl," Mr. Reid said as he sat down. "Now, over my knee!"
Amanda smiled as she bent over her teacher's lap. He had said that she was dressed like a whore and, in a few seconds, he was going to discover just how accurate his comments had been. She heard him gasp as he pulled up her skirt to reveal the naked cheeks of her pert bum. "And just where do you think you were going, dressed like this?" her teacher said.
"Just out with friends," Amanda replied. "Please, daddy," she pleaded, "I was going to put some knickers on before I went out."
"Knickers! Knickers! I will not have you using vulgar language like that while you're living under my roof!" Mr. Reid said in his stern tones. "Anyway, why should I believe you? You're nothing but a little whore and whores like you have to be punished!"
"Please, daddy!" Amanda pleaded again. "I'm not really a whore. I'm a good gir.... ow!" she cried as her teacher's hand slapped the cheeks of her bum.
"Don't lie to me girl!" Mr. Reid exclaimed as his hand slapped her arse again, harder this time.
Tears sprang to Amanda's eyes as her teacher's hand went slap, slap, slap across her upturned arse cheeks. Despite the stinging pain, Amanda felt her pussy begin to get wet. Mr. Reid almost always found some excuse to give her a spanking, knowing that it was as much of a turn on for the St. Mary's girl to be on the receiving end of such treatment as it was for him to administer it.
Slap! He struck her again. "Admit it, girl. You're a dirty little whore!" Slap!
"N... no, daddy. I'm goo... owwww!" Slap!
"You suck cocks, don't you?" Slap!
