Mary + Mandy = ‘Discipline Lesson’

Mary Sanders waits for Mandy in the cutely decorated elementary school classroom. She usually feels at ease here, due to the warm, welcoming colors, but right now she is very upset. Jamie is the most horrible brat she ever encountered. She would never admit it, but she hated that boy from the bottom of her heart. Finally, Mandy enters the room for their appointment. Mary walks up to greet you, “Hello, I'm Mary, you must be Jamie's parent. We need to talk about your son's behavior in class.”

“H-Hello, I'm Mandy. Nice to meet you.” Mandy shyly offers her hand

She shakes your hand firmly. “I wish we could meet under better circumstances, Mandy. But let's get straight to the point - Jamie's behavior is unacceptable. He bullies the other children, refuses to follow instructions, and disrupts the entire class. As his mother, you need to take responsibility and address this immediately.”

Mary crosses her arms, looking sternly at you. “What exactly goes on at home? How are you disciplining him?”

“D-Discipline?”

Her eyes narrow as she steps closer to you. “Yes, discipline! Surely you have some sort of consequences for his terrible actions. Or are you just letting him run wild?”

Mary sighs heavily, shaking her head. “I hate to say it, but Jamie acts like a spoiled little prince. And that's all thanks to you, isn't it? Letting him get away with anything...”

“I-I-I...” she stammers

Rolling her eyes impatiently, Mary places her hands on her hips. “Look, either you start being a proper parent and get that boy under control, or I won't hesitate to call Child Services. Is that clear enough for you?”

She glares at you intensely, her cheeks flushed with anger. Her ample bosom rises and falls rapidly with each indignant breath.

“Ch-Child services?” Mary gulps. Unbeknown to her, the verbal **** of this teacher causes her pheromone to release.

Mary notices your nervousness and scoffs dismissively. “Oh please, don't act so surprised. You're clearly not fit to raise that monster. Maybe someone else can actually teach him some manners...”

As the pheromones fill the air, Mary suddenly feels a strange warmth spreading through her body. Her nipples stiffen beneath her blouse and she squirms slightly, confused by the sudden arousal.

“What...what's wrong with me? I feel so hot all of a sudden...” she mutters, fanning herself.

“P-Please don't call them. I-I promise I'll do better!”

The teacher licks her lips hungrily as she stares at you, her face flushed. “Hmmph, you'd better keep that promise. I don't want to hear any more complaints about your little hellion...”

Mary steps closer until her body nearly presses against yours. Her voice drops to a husky whisper. “Tell me, Mandy...do you always dress like such a tease? Wearing those tight jeans and that low-cut top...”

“W-What?”

Mary reaches out to grab your wrist, pulling you flush against her soft curves. “Don't play dumb. I can see how much you enjoy flaunting yourself. It's sickening...”

She leans in close, her pouty lips brushing your ear as she speaks. “Maybe what you really need is to be taught a lesson yourself. To show you what happens to naughty girls who misbehave...”

Mary's free hand slides down to boldly grope your rear through your jeans.

“Mi-Miss Sanders?”

Smirking wickedly, Mary spins you around and shoves you face-first against her desk. She kicks your legs apart and presses her curvy body against your backside.

“Shhh, none of that now,” she purrs, nipping at your neck. “You've been a very bad girl, Mandy. And bad girls deserve punishment...”

One hand roughly gropes your breast while the other unbuttons your jeans. Mary yanks them down to mid-thigh, exposing your panties. She rubs your clothed slit possessively.

“I bet you love this, don't you? Having your sexy teacher spank your naughty bottom...”

“Oh my!”

Chuckling darkly, Mary delivers a sharp smack to your exposed bottom, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin. “That's right, you little slut. Take your spanking like a good girl!”

She continues peppering your ass with firm slaps, admiring how it jiggles enticingly with each impact. Mary grinds her damp panties against your hip as she gropes and kneads your tender flesh.

“Mmm, look at this juicy booty. I bet you shake it in front of all the daddies at pickup time, don't you? Trying to seduce them with your whoreish ways...”

“I-I'd never!”

Mary laughs cruelly and delivers another harsh spank, making your cheeks bounce. “Liar! I can smell how badly you crave it. You probably finger yourself every night thinking about all those fathers violating this tight pussy...”

She rips your panties aside and plunges two fingers knuckle-deep into your slick folds without warning. Mary pumps them vigorously, curling to stroke your g-spot.

“Ahhh fuck yes, you're dripping wet for me already! Such a **** little cumslut...”

“P-Please...”

Mary smacks your clit hard before withdrawing her soaked fingers. She brings them to your mouth. “Open up, whore. Taste how badly you need to be fucked.”

When you obediently part your lips, Mary thrusts her digits inside, coating your tongue with your essence. She moans wantonly at the erotic sight.

“Mmmm, you taste divine... I bet you'd look even better stuffed full of cock though. Would you like that, slut? To be used like a set of holes by all the dads?”

“N-No!”

Growling in frustration, Mary shoves three fingers back into your sopping cunt and frigs you brutally fast. “Then maybe THIS will change your mind!”

She pounds your pussy mercilessly, stirring up your insides. Her thumb mashes against your throbbing clit. Mary fucks you with animalistic intensity, determined to break you.

“Cum for me, bitch! Cum on your teacher's fingers like the depraved whore you are! I wanna feel this needy cunt spasm on my hand!”

“OHMYGOD!” Mandy moans and her knees grow weak.

Feeling your velvety walls flutter wildly around her pistoning fingers, Mary doubles her efforts, hammering your G-spot relentlessly. “FUCK YES, CUM ON MY FINGERS YOU SLUTTY LITTLE WHORE!”

She pinches your clit viciously, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your pussy clamps down HARD, gushing juices all over Mary's hand as you convulse in ecstasy.

“That's it, cream on my fingers like a **** fucktoy! Ahhh shit, I can feel you squirting everywhere! What a filthy cum guzzler you are!”

Panting heavily, Mary slowly withdraws her drenched fingers from your spasming hole. She brings them to her mouth and sucks them clean, moaning at your flavor.

“Mmmm, delicious... I knew you'd taste amazing, you dirty girl,” she purrs sultrily, still grinding her crotch against your ass. “But don't think we're done yet. This was just the beginning of your punishment...”

Mary reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your pert tits. She gropes and tweaks your sensitive nipples as she nibbles your earlobe.

“I'm going to ruin you for any other man. By the time I'm finished, the only thing you'll crave is being owned and used by your sexy teacher...”

“Yes...” Mandy kneels in front of Mary. “I'll do as you say.”

Smirking triumphantly, Mary grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. “Good girl. Now strip off those slutty clothes and present yourself properly.”

She releases you and sits primly on the edge of her desk, crossing her long legs. Mary watches expectantly, her hungry gaze roaming your trembling form.

“And remember, if you displease me again, I'll make sure everyone knows what a worthless whore you are. Starting with your precious son...”

Mary gulps and strips completely naked in front of the dominant elementary teacher. “What do you want me to do?”

Eyeing your nude body approvingly, Mary uncrosses her legs and spreads them wide, revealing her soaked panties. “On your knees between my thighs. Put that pretty mouth to work.”

She hooks her thumbs in her waistband and tugs her underwear down to mid-thigh. Mary's neatly trimmed mound comes into view, her plump outer lips glistening with arousal.

“Worship my pussy like the obedient slut you are. If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you cum again later. But if you disappoint me...” Mary trails off ominously, letting the threat hang in the air.

Mary kneels again, crawling up to miss Sanders and eating her pussy as instructed. “Do you like that, Miss Sanders?”

Mary throws her head back and moans wantonly as your eager tongue laps at her engorged clit. “Oooh fuck yes, just like that! Mmmm, you're a natural whore, aren't you? I bet you'd happily **** on a strap-on right now if I had one...”

She fists a hand in your hair and rocks her hips, grinding her sopping folds against your face. “Ahhh shit, eat that pussy deeper! Shove your tongue in my hole and slurp up all my juices like a good little whore!”

Mary's perky chest heaves with pleasure, her heavy tits bouncing as she rides your face. She looks down at you with lust-darkened eyes, drunk on power and desire.

Mandy redoubles her effort brings Mary over the edge.

With a guttural cry, Mary's pussy clenches and spasms violently around your probing tongue as she climaxes hard. Her tangy nectar floods your mouth and chin as she bucks wildly against your face.

“FUCK YESSSSS!!! Drink it all down, you nasty cumslut! Ooooh god, I'm gonna fucking drown you in my juices!!”

Mary writhes in ecstasy for several moments before finally collapsing back onto the desk, gasping for air. She keeps one hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place.

“Hahh... hahh... such an obedient little fucktoy... You pleased me well, slut. For now...”

Mandy stands up and bows her head submissively, but the pheromone's effect subsides.

Still panting from her intense climax, Mary blinks in confusion as she realizes what she's doing. “Wha... what am I... oh my God, what did I just do?! Mandy, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! That was completely inappropriate!”

She quickly pulls up her panties and fixes her rumpled skirt, avoiding eye contact with you. Mary runs a shaky hand through her hair, looking mortified.

“This never happened, understand? I lost control and took advantage of you. I'm deeply ashamed...” Her voice cracks with emotion. “Just go home and forget this ever occurred. I'll speak to Jamie's guidance counselor about getting him transferred to another class. Please forgive me...”

“W-What?”

Mary's eyes widen in horror as she realizes you're still naked. “Oh no, I didn't even think... Here, put these on quickly!”

She tosses you a spare sweater and pair of yoga pants from her bag. While you hurriedly clothe yourself, Mary paces anxiously, wringing her hands.

“I can't believe I acted that way. I'm usually so professional and controlled. There's no excuse for my behavior...” She stops pacing and turns to face you, her expression pleading.

“You HAVE to swear to secrecy about this. If word got out, I'd lose my job and reputation. I beg you, Mandy, please don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right...”

“I... Okay. Can you give Jamie another chance? Maybe some better grades, too?”

Mary's eyes darken at the sudden ****, torn between her principles and her desperation to avoid scandal. “I... I suppose I could overlook Jamie's recent infractions. And perhaps bump up his grades a bit, just this once.”

She sighs heavily, knowing she's compromising her integrity. “But you MUST promise to keep our encounter absolutely confidential. No one can EVER find out about this, do you understand? My career depends on it.”

Mary extends her hand to you, her eyes pleading. “We'll consider this a one-time favor, based solely on your discretion. I trust you to honor that agreement, Mandy. Please don't betray my confidence...”

“I-I won't.” Mary is dressed and turns to leave. She hesitates, “I liked what you did to me.”

Mary freezes, her eyes widening in shock at your admission. After a moment, she slowly turns to face you, her cheeks flushing pink.

“You...you did? Even though I treated you so terribly?” She steps closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “The truth is, I've never felt anything like that before. So primal and powerful...”

Mary reaches out tentatively to caress your cheek. “Perhaps we could...explore this further sometime? Privately, of course. That is, if you're really willing to indulge these dark desires again...”

She searches your eyes intently, biting her plump lower lip. “I'll try to be less rough next time. Unless you prefer it that way?”

“Like I said... I-I really liked it.” And with that, she leaves.

Later that day, Mary's mind is reeling from the unexpected turn of events. As she walks through the empty halls, she can hardly believe what transpired - that she, a respectable schoolteacher, lost control and ravished a student's mother like a common harlot.

Part of her is horrified by her own depravity. She prides herself on being a role model and guardian of innocence. How could she sink so low as to violate her sacred trust?

Yet another part of her tingles with forbidden excitement at the memory of Mandy's helpless submission. The way she writhed and whimpered under Mary's dominant touch, begging so sweetly for more. It ignites a dark hunger within the naive teacher, a craving to explore her previously hidden sadistic urges.

Mary returns home that evening, still shaken by the illicit encounter with Mandy.

As she showers, trying to wash away the lingering scent of sin, her mind replays every lewd detail. She recalls the feeling of Mandy's soft skin yielding beneath her palms, the **** whimpers escaping the younger woman's throat. The way her pussy clenched greedily around Mary's fingers, milking them for all they were worth.

Arousal pools between Mary's thighs at the memories. Tentatively, she explores herself, mimicking the crude motions she inflicted upon Mandy. Two fingers plunge knuckle-deep into her needy channel as her thumb strums her throbbing pearl.

“Fuck yes, just like that you filthy whore,” Mary growls, imagining Mandy kneeling before her once more. “Take my fingers like a good little cumslut!”

Mary lies awake that night, tossing and turning as salacious thoughts plague her mind. Images of Mandy's supple body writhing in ecstasy flood her consciousness, making her ache with forbidden desire.

She pictures herself dominating the shy young woman again, forcing her to submit to increasingly degrading acts. Making Mandy service her with that pretty mouth, **** on Mary's fingers until tears stream down her face. Using a thick dildo to brutally pound the unwilling slut's pussy raw.

Each fantasy sends bolts of electricity zinging through Mary's core, her neglected sex growing hotter and wetter by the second. Unable to resist, she slips a hand beneath the covers to cup her aching mound, rubbing slow circles over her sensitive bud.

“Such a dirty girl I've become,” Mary pants softly, plunging two fingers into her dripping channel.

Mary furiously works her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt, spurred on by the taboo fantasies consuming her mind. She imagines Mandy's shocked face as Mary forces her to perform increasingly depraved acts, reveling in the younger woman's **** obedience.

“Yessss, worship your teacher's pussy like the **** fucktoy you are!” Mary growls, roughly pumping three digits into her clutching hole. Her thumb flicks over her throbbing clit with each inward thrust, sending sparks of ecstasy racing up her spine.

Lost in a haze of lust, Mary scissors her fingers, stretching her greedy snatch wider. She curls them just right, stroking along her sensitive upper wall and triggering a deep, resonant hum of pleasure.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard!” Mary cries out, slamming her palm harder against her mound.

Mary's climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, making her whole body seize up in ecstasy. Her pussy clamps down HARD on her plunging fingers, rippling and fluttering wildly as she squirts her release all over her hand.

“Oh FUCK yesssss! Cream on my fingers like a good little whore!” Mary babbles deliriously, continuing to pump her hand through the aftershocks. Clear fluid gushes out around her pistoning digits, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Finally spent, Mary collapses back onto the mattress, chest heaving. Sticky arousal coats her inner thighs and the backs of her thighs. She slowly withdraws her drenched fingers and brings them to her lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied moan.

“What the heck is wrong with me?”

The End