Hot for Teacher

Ashley sprinted around the corner of the corridor, not unlike how she would if she was running late to class. Just like her school skirt, her dress billowed up as she ran, showing off a good portion of her smooth, creamy upper thigh. Unlike any normal day though, where if she saw a teacher in front of her when she rounded the corner, she would have instantly slowed, instead, when she spotted Mr. Ward, she kept running, rushing right up to him, keeping him from getting any closer to the end of the hall and potentially seeing, or even hearing Ms. Moreau getting pounded on her classroom desk by Peter Zander.

The chemistry teacher’s face was one of initial terror, because the student was charging headlong towards him, showing no signs of stopping. But she did stop, coming to a stand still right in front of him, making her body rigid and rooted to the spot, like roadrunner coming to a halt in a cloud of dust with a teasing 'meep meep'. Ashley didn’t make any teasing sounds, except to blow a strand of hair out of her face, looking up at her teacher as she watched the gears turn inside his head, counting all the violations he could levy against her.

“Miss Woodsen?!” He stammered, unusually caught off guard. “What are you doing here? Students aren’t supposed to be in school today.”

She allowed herself a little smile, slightly proud that she’d made the normally unflappable Mr. Ward stutter. “Sorry, sir, I left some notes for that chemistry homework you set on my desk,” she lied, though peppering it with the truth. He had been the only teacher to actually give them any homework over Spring Break. “I thought I could just run in and grab it and be on my way. I can’t do the homework without it.”

“Then you’ll have to make do,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her arm as he began to escort her down the hall. “I can’t have you wandering around the school. Running, no less.”

“I…I don’t have to wander, you can come with me, make sure I don’t go anywhere I’m not supposed to,” Ashley pleaded, an act that rarely worked with Mr. Ward.

“You’re already somewhere you’re not supposed to be,” he insisted, his strong arms dragging her against her will. “You can either fail the assignment or not do it. Either way, it’ll be detention.”

“Please, sir, I’m trying to do the work, if I can just get the notes…” she kept begging, whilst trying to hide her frustration that this petty man would punish her because of another rule he **** upon her. There was really no winning with him. “I don’t want detention.”

“You’re already getting detention for when I write you up for being on school grounds and running around the hallways, and if you don’t stop complaining I’ll put you down for talking back too,” Mr. Ward noted, almost gleeful as the charges against her mounted. “Let’s say, a week for each?”

Three weeks detention?! Ashley despaired. Between this and her father grounding her, her social life was going to be in tatters. The next few months were definitely going to suck. Though, she supposed that she should be grateful that detention was all he was going to do, considering that he could call the police. But then he probably wouldn’t get to see her in misery for the next three weeks and Mr. Ward always seemed to enjoy seeing his punishments exacted upon the culprits.

Unfortunately, Ashley couldn’t call it quits yet. They were nearing the end of the hall and she hadn’t bought the others nearly enough time. She wasn’t quite sure about what she was about to do, it could either end very well or very badly, but she decided to take the risk. She spun out of the teacher’s grasp, and backed down the corridor, the way they had just come. He turned to face her, taking a few steps towards her, his face red with fury. She thought about just running, but she doubted he would chase after her. After all, she had to come to school some time and he could just issue the detentions then.

He pointed to the tilted floor in front of him. “Come here,” he ordered. “I won’t play games with you.”

“I can’t,” She said, holding her hands behind her back and swaying slightly from side to side, making the skirt of her dress gently swish. “I have a confession to make. I lied about the notes.”

“Surprise, surprise, a cheerleader lying,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It makes no difference why you’re here though, unless you have any more crimes you wish to admit to.”

“Not crimes. But, it’s kind of embarrassing. Can we talk about it somewhere else?” She noticed the door to a nearby classroom and reached to open it. “Can we go in here and I’ll tell you everything?”

“Miss Woodsen,” he said with a sigh, his gut telling him that she was just trying to get out of being caught. Even the best students couldn’t be trusted, and he counted cheerleaders as very far below that measure.

“Please,” Ashley begged again as she stood by the open door. “It’s important.”

As much as he mistrusted her, he was also curious. Perhaps something had gone wrong, and she was in real trouble. He might even get to turn her over to the police. Or maybe there were issues at home. It would be worth hearing her out if she could tell him something juicy about the current D.A. Or maybe it was about her mother, that hot blonde MILF whose large tits he couldn't help but stare at during every parent-teacher night. With a creepy grin forming on his face, he nodded and let Ashley lead him into the classroom.

There were no lights on inside the room but with the sunlight steaming in through the large, uncovered windows, they could see plenty fine without turning them on. Ashley walked through the middle of the room, right up to the teacher’s desk and propped herself against it, with her small, tight ass resting against the edge. When Mr. Ward had closed the door rightly and turned to face her, she took a deep breath, pretending that what she was going to say was difficult to confess. It was, though not for the reasons he’d assume.

“Ok, so, the reason I was in school today, was, because, I was looking for someone.” She dipped her head a little lower and looked up at her teacher over her eyebrows, giving him her very best bedroom eyes. “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” He repeated, caught off guard again. He knew none of the students liked him. It didn’t bother him. He was there to educate them, not to be their friend. “What could you possibly want with me?”

“I…I have a crush on you…sir,” she said, biting her lip. Perhaps she should have been in the drama club, she thought, impressed by her own acting ability. “Over the last few months, I developed feelings for you and I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I had to come tell you.”

Mr. Ward pursed his lips. This kind of thing was common, though it was a first for him. Unruly girls without a proper authority figure at home, would often transpose their needs onto another available male in a position above them, their hormones making them unable to separate the needs of their body from their need for structure and discipline. Usually, he’d read, it was normal in girls with absent fathers, but absent didn’t have to mean gone. A father too concerned with his work at the district attorney’s office to provide a firm hand at home would be equally absent.

Or it could be another lie. He fell back on his old mantra, ‘never trust a student’. Some of these teenage sluts had already learned how to open doors with just a smile, and the cheerleaders were the worst, flouncing around the halls in their short skirts, expecting the world to bend to their whim just because they were pretty. This one’s sister, Hannah Woodsen, had been one of the worst, always flaunting her large breasts and shapely hips, but even she never had the spunk to be so brazen right under his nose.

He quickly crossed the gap between them, until he was standing directly in front of the petite blonde cheerleader, pinning her between himself and the desk. He stared down into her eyes as she gazed back up at his, licking her lips, slowly, making them plump and shimmering. From this angle he could see right down her dress, and though her breasts were small, when pushed up and pushed together, they still made some great cleavage. His cock stirred in his trousers.

“Are you trying to tempt me, Miss Woodsen?”

“What?” The smile faded from her face and she swallowed hard in response to his harsh, resentful tone. “N-no, I-”

Grabbing her arm, he spun her around and pushed her over the desk, her ass pushed out towards him. She barely had a chance to realize what was happening until she felt her dress being bunched up around her waist and the cool air making the skin of her butt cheeks prickle. A large rough hand groped her, fingers pressing into her panty covered flesh as he squeezed a handful of her ass, feeling her supple, toned ass in his palm. He tugged roughly on her cheek, prying it aside, her thighs and pussy being pulled simultaneously, sending a tingle rippling through her body.

“Wha-what are you doing?” She laughed nervously, not at all sure how to interpret his words and actions. “If you wanted to see my ass, you could have asked.”

“Why? So, you could wiggle it in my face and get me all hypnotized?” He asked as he grabbed her panties and pulled them up, wedging the gusset between her completely bare cheeks. “I’m going to have to teach you your place.”

“I…I’m sorry, I know it’s wrong, I just couldn’t help myself,” Ashley groaned as she felt her panties roughly pull tight against her pussy, the gusset separating her lips and pressing hard against her clit. Her entire body grew hot. “I just developed these feelings for you that I could-couldn’t deny…”

“Feelings? If you truly felt anything for me, you’d be concerned about what this would do to me, how it might affect my job, but you don’t care about me in the slightest” he deduced, as he drew his hand back from her rump and stared at her clear-skinned, perfectly round ass. “So, are you finally going to tell the truth, or will you continue to lie?”

“…fine, I don’t have feelings for you,” she breathed out through gritted teeth, irritated that he’d seen right through her. As she wondered how many weeks detention he’d see fit to add to her sentence, he –

SMACK

Ashley’s body went rigid as she released an audible gasp. Pain spread from her lower end surging out through her body, mingling with the heat that radiated from between her thighs. Her mind blanked as all she could feel was the pain. She could think of nothing else as the initial sharpness faded and she was left with a stinging patch on her cheek that seemed to feel hot and itchy and sore all at once. It took her almost a minute to come to her senses and realize that he had spanked her. Not just slapped her ass playfully, like Brandon sometimes used to, but full on, spanked her bottom with half his strength.

She whipped her head around as she tried to push her dress down over her ass with her hands. “What gives? I told you the truth!”

“And I appreciate you finally coming clean,” He sneered sarcastically, as he pulled her fingers from her clothing and pinned her forearms behind her back. “But you still need to be punished for lying first of all.”

“Then give me detention,” she pleaded as she watched him wind up his arm. “You don’t have to-”

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“AH-HAH,” Ashley cried out as his open palm struck her ass again, swatting the same spot as before, bringing back the same sharp initial pain, followed by more stinging, feeling the area pulse and throb as it lit up, redder than ever. “F-uck.”

“Detentions are clearly ineffective, since you only lied more to get out of it,” Mr. Ward reminded her, though she was barely listening through the haze of pain that clouded her mind. “And I am an ardent advocate for the punishment fitting the crime.”

SMACK

“Since you want to use your body to deceive me, I will punish you, using your body,” He told her simply as if instructing her on a homework assignment. “I will teach, even such a brazen harlot such as yourself, respect. You will respect that I am your teacher, your authority. You will learn that I-”

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“…AM…”

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“…YOUR…”

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“…SUPERIOR.”

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The petite blonde yelped with each spanking, and even once she knew it was coming and braced herself for the next strike, it did little to ease the pain. He hit her ass with such **** that she felt her entire bottom half vibrate as the hot, piercing pain seeped in through her raw, sensitive skin. There was little she could do, with his hand on her arms, pushing her chest firmly against the desktop, except whimper and wait for the next one.

Frustratingly, it wasn’t all bad. Mr. Ward’s strikes against her ass seemed perfectly angled so the impact reverberated all the way from her cheeks to between her thighs. Coupled with being so lewdly exposed to her teacher, her panties wedged tight against her pussy, she could feel herself soaking the gusset with her desire. It didn’t help that all the girly cock talk from earlier had gotten her motor running anyway, but she also couldn’t deny that Mr. Ward seemed to know exactly what he was doing to mix the pain with pleasure.

“Are you ready to accept your place?” He asked, his hand hovering over the redness of her ass, not quite touching, but close enough that she could sense him there and he the heat rising from the sore area.

“…yes,” she gasped amidst short, agonized sighs.

“Then tell me who I am?” He asked, flexing his fingers.

“M-my teacher,” she said obediently.

“And what am I?”

“M-my superior,” she confessed.

“So, what will you treat me with?”

“Res-respect,” she subserviently said from her position, still bent over the desk with his hand pinning her arms behind her back.

“Hmmm, I’m not so sure. How do I know you’re not still lying? Another act, intended to make a fool of me?” His hand grabbed her panties again, this time yanking them downwards instead of up. She gasped as she felt the material roughly pass over the red imprint on her cheek, and again as she felt the cool air between her legs, making her steaming wet pussy tingle. The breeze was soon accompanied by a finger, a thick, manly finger, roughly pushing between her labia and feeling her drip all over his digit. “Yes, you definitely feel like you’re enjoying this a little too much to have really learned your place.”

“Please,” she said, not entirely sure what she was begging for, whether she wanted him to stop or continue. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“What a sweet, dutiful voice. I’m almost convinced,” he replied, reaching for her panties once more and grasping in the whole piece in his fist. In one motion, he tore the underwear from her body, ripping the material and tossing what was now little more than a damp, cotton rag to one side. His finger went back to her pussy, teasingly parting her lower lips. “But you forgot one thing. Please, what?”

“Sir,” she half cried out as his finger pushed into her hole, right to the knuckle. “Please, sir.”

“Very well, I’ll believe you learned your lesson…” he began, as his digit sawed in and out of her, achingly slow, enough to make her shiver but not enough to get her off. “…if you tell me what you were really doing here in the school today.”

That was the one thing that she couldn’t do. She imagined him bending Ms. Moreau over this desk and spanking her until she confessed to sleeping with another man. And she couldn’t imagine what he would do to Peter. If she were to tell him about them now, it would mean all the subterfuge was for nothing.

“I…I can’t-AH”

SMACK

As soon as the word left her lips, his finger had left her pussy, and his palm crashing down on her backside again. Her pussy throbbed, the pleasure that had been masking the pain quickly dissipating as the stinging returned and her cheek glowed brighter than ever. She closed her eyes as she prepared to endure another.

“You…”

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“…don’t…”

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“…say…”

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“…can’t…”

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“…to…”

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“…me.”

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Her mouth hung open, only ragged breaths escaping as she drooled slightly on her desk, eye lids fluttering open when he finally paused his ****. Her buttocks felt almost numb from the aching, her skin sizzling, and yet it did nothing to stop the other hear coursing through her veins, the shockwaves from his spankings still making her now exposed pussy twitch as she felt herself dripping onto her own thighs. Her mind felt light, almost delirious from the bombardment of searing pain against her ass and the molten heat pouring into her body from her front. If he kept this up, she would either cum, or confess. She wasn’t sure which would happen first.

Lost in her own thoughts and emotions, she barely heard the sound of a zipper dropping and a belt becoming undone. Unable to lift her head, she shifted her face around and looked back, but she couldn’t see anything past her own body. In a matter of seconds, she felt it though. Rigid and hard, and pressing against her, though not at her gaping puss, but a little higher, smearing pre-cum over her tight, wrinkled butthole.