A Model Student

Classes came and went, and I was actually exhausted. The dream last night didn't leave me rested....wait. That dream. Women in a court room finding me guilty. The lawyer kissing me.... oh shit! That dream was prophecy. I decided to table that thought for another time. I texted myself a note about the dream.

Anyways, like I was saying... I was tired. The handjob, the milk, it was wearing me out. Monday was the toughest because I had all 4 classes before I could leave. I didn't take a 5th or 6th period so I got to leave school before lunch every day. Senior year was the fucking best. Anyways... I decided to play it cool. Mrs. Cartwright was the only teacher I had left that I would love to be punished by but I decided to exercise some patience. I would still get punished tomorrow, I suspected.

My 2nd and 3rd periods went by, largely without incident. I didn't do the homework in history but that only affected my grade, it wasn't a rule I was breaking. I took notes in 3rd period, but not on the lesson.

-Women punish me sexually whenever I break a rule.

-If I break a rule around men, they either blow it off or defer me to a female authority above them.

-Breastfeeding

-Handjob

-Making Out

-No way out of this new paradigm

-Only me affected?

I looked over the notes and thought to myself, how far could I go with this? Surely this only applied to like, school rules or something right? I couldn't kill someone and get to fuck the judge's ass or something right? Was that even worth testing? What if it didn't work? (What if it DID?) If I find out that this works when I break laws, there will be no stopping me.

I thought about simple tests I could run to narrow down exactly what this new power was. I could try something at the Burger King I worked at later on today. If I got fired from that, I wouldn't give a shit. I hated that place.

I didn't see Chloe the rest of the day but that was expected. I walked to 4th period alone and smiled when I saw Mrs. Cartwright. She was a very tight, sexy little blonde woman with a little button nose and bright blue eyes. She had some...decent sized tits but they were lovely and perky and she loved to show them off. As badly as I wanted her to punish me, I was tired and I decided to play it cool.

I got out my notebook and started taking notes. I was barely listening to the lesson, just admiring her firm, gorgeous ass in her nice skirt. Her skirts were more traditional in that they flared out, but they were still short so you could see all of her delicious leg. I reached down to grab my water when I heard Mrs. Cartwright.

"Trying to sneak a peek, Mr. Kenway?" I looked up at her with a blank expression.

"I'm... sorry?" I asked.

"Jessica Harper has a very short dress on and you were turning around. You wouldn't be trying to sneak a peek, were you?" My mind was racing. Sneak a peek? I glanced back to Jessica who was looking at me with disgust.

"What? No! I was getting my water!" I said, holding it up. Cartwright raised an eyebrow and folded her arms.

"A convenient excuse, pervert. Come here." She beckoned me to the front of the room. I looked around for ANY defense but nobody was coming to my rescue. I sighed and got up. I was annoyed for a moment but then I remembered what was about to happen. Wait, was she looking for an excuse to punish me? There's nobody on Earth who could've thought I was trying to look up Jessica's dress, she must have been waiting.

"Okay?" I said, still a little annoyed.

"Okay? You were trying to look at a young woman's private parts. You're a gross pervert and I think you need to know how that feels. Strip for me." She pointed to my clothes. I hesitated. "Did you not understand me? Strip off your clothes." I looked around the room and it was awkward. I sighed and started taking off my shirt. I waited for the sighs from the girls but nobody reacted. 4 years of Lacrosse and marching band really cuts your abs. Yes, I said marching band is a good workout, you'd know if you'd tried it. No reaction? I wasn't used to that at all.

I then slowly untied my gym shorts and dropped them. I looked at Cartwright and then sighed and lowered my underwear. "Oh what? Not so thrilled about being seen?" She moved me so I was standing just in front of the big table at the front of the room. She sat behind me and put a hand on my waist and leaned to talk in my ear. "Start stroking."

I looked back and then out at the class who were all watching, nobody was acknowledging that I was stroking my dick, they just looked bored mostly. A few girls looked excited that a guy was getting in trouble though. Cartwright stood up behind me and walked around. "Jessica, would you come up here please?"

She was including another student in the punishment? This was new. She continued. "Good, now John here was leering at you like a fucking pervert, trying to see your body. I want to give you the chance to leer at him. Go on, get as close as you want but don't touch. Don't stop him from stroking either, I want him to feel this pleasure." She stood behind me and whispered in my ear. "You like that? You like being gazed at?"

Her whisper sent shivers through my body and her little hands held my waist. Jessica was basically breathing on my cock she was so close. I looked down and she looked like she didn't want to do this either. "Isn't he sexy, Jessica? Don't you love staring at his naked cock?"

"Umm. Yeah, definitely." She swallowed and blushed. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I stroked. It was hard to find this sexy, just standing there. I think Cartwright was reading my mind.

"What were you thinking? What were you hoping to see?" She asked gently. I swallowed and looked down at Jessica.

"Nothing, I was getting my water bottle." Cartwright snapped.

"ENOUGH! You need to take this seriously, John. I will not have a future pervert pass through this classroom without me trying to stop it. What were you thinking about, when you were looking up Jessica's little skirt?" Her voice was syrupy and sultry and she was breathing heavily on my neck. I looked at her for any help and then I sighed.

"I was...thinking about... her...panties?" I asked. I saw a hungry smile form on Cartwrights mouth.

"Go on."

"I wanted to...see what color they were? If there were...wet." I said. There we go, now I was getting into it.

"If they were wet? You wanted to know if Jessica was turned on? If her pussy was leaking her precious juice while she sat in class?" She wrapped her arms around me and took over my hand job. Jessica leaned back on her feet and looked up at both of us. Cartwrights hand felt amazing.

"Uh huh." She took her hand and moved my face to look at her.

"Yes. Ma'am." She corrected.

"Yes. Ma'am. I wanted to see if she was horny." I moaned as she started to gently squeeze my balls.

"You weren't really treating her with the respect due a person. You were thinking of her as a slab of fuck meat for your cock to enjoy. Is that about right?" I moaned.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And rather than ask her out and go about it the right way, you thought you could cheat and steal a glance at her little panties here in class?"

"Yes, ma'am. Uhh she's right under my cock." I moaned as I felt my orgasm approach. Cartwright slowed down, still gripping my cock gently and cooed in my ear.

"She's a person, sweetie. She can be wherever she wants to be, do whatever she wants to do. If you cum while she's under your cock, that's up to her. You understand?" I looked back and moaned.

"Mmm. Yes, ma'am."

"I think you're learning so much right now. I think maybe you've learned your lesson. Do you think so?"

"Yes, ma'am." She nodded and then stroked me harder and faster, building my orgasm up. Jessica just sat there patiently watching as my balls twitched and my cock started spurting out thick gobs of cum. "Ohhhhh FUCK!" I shouted as I came. My hips bucked in Mrs. Cartwright's hand and Jessica backed away in time for my cum to splash harmlessly on the carpet. "Ohhh fuck fuck fuck...that felt so good."

"Mmmm. That's a good boy. Put your clothes back on and sit back down for me please." She said quickly, returning to the board. I took my clothes back to my desk and threw them back on. Jessica sat back down and didn't look at me. Some other students were laughing at me quietly. I sat there in the post cum glow, watching Mrs. Cartwrights perfect ass jiggle as she wrote. I added some notes to my list.

-looks for reasons to punish

-punishments can involve others

-nobody reacts to the nature of the punishment, only the fact that there is one

Something changed in my mind after this one. It was more fun when I went along with it. There were no penalties for anything, it seemed. I could say, do, cum anywhere I'd like and the punishment was carried out and then it was over. I needed to loosen up and start going with the flow more. Also, I got this lovely boost of energy after every punishment. My cock and balls didn't appear to be getting tired. I wrote.

-increased endurance?

I would have to check that out. The rest of class carried on without incident and pretty soon I was back in the quad, walking toward my car.