No, Dog Ate My Homework - Ms.Campbell's Ample Punishment

I shrank in my seat. Of course, my assignment. Of course, I didn’t have it. Part of me was a bit excited. I was anticipating something lewd now. Something sexual was going to happen if I forgot it. I frowned and spoke up, “I forgot it…?”

Truthfully I didn’t even spend a minute working on it. It was an essay on Carolingian noble family, something I could write in a matter of minutes with the help of Wikipedia but I think I was too busy jerking off to porn or playing video games to remember. I had asked for an extension on it, which after pleading and knowing what a bright student I was, Ms. Campbell granted. Even with the extension I completely forgot about it.

“Oh Adam,” Ms. Campbell said with resigned disappointment in a sultry soft motherly tone, “You can’t keep doing this all your life. When you get to University, your professor’s won’t be so lenient. Meeting deadlines and actually studying will be important.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I’ll get it to you by tomorrow. I promise,” I said, trying to smile weakly. Part of me was hoping for something to happen. I wanted to be punished.

“Well, you know the punishment for late assignments. This is your second extension, come on now,” Ms. Campbell said sighing. She unbuttoned her blouse revealing her black lace bra underneath. Students were walking in now and getting their seats. My mouth dropped to the floor as Ms. Campbell pulled out her large bare breasts over her bra while students flowed in and paid no mind.

“Adam, we don’t have all day. You know the punishment. Come here,” Ms. Campbell said.

The punishment? What exactly did she want me to do?

I was now over my plain confusion. It was still jarring. Ms. Campbell sat on her desk at the front of the class while the rest of the class filed in with her bare breast exposed, hanging over the top of her black bra. She sat there expectantly as I got up with her tits and chest out. I looked around, and the students all ignored this, or some, like the more dutiful students, were rolling their eyes probably thinking, “Oh, Adam got in trouble again.”

I went up to the front of the class next to her desk. The tent in my pants was now erect. I was getting over my shock of now of getting into these constant unusual punishments. I stood next to her desk and again probably had a stupid look on my face as I stared at her bare breast and then back at her face and then at the class. Ms. Campbell had a patient look and half of the students were already in class doing pre-class socialization. It was about five minutes before the class start.

Ms. Campbell was sitting there on her chair with her legs crossed, adjusting her glasses. I assumed she wanted me to massage her breasts as punishment? I’m not sure how hard I hit my head or what kind of dreamland I was in, but I would go with the flow. I reached out my hands and cup them, the large soft mounds filling out my palms. My first instinct on feeling her softness was to recoil in anticipation of Ms. Campbell slapping me. Nothing of the sort happened. My palms drove her breast up and down as I moved them in circular motions, closing my fingers in on her nipples and spreading them out again. They felt nice and soft. I think I was giddy. She looked down and then back up at me in confusion.

“Adam… what are you doing?” Ms. Campbell asked.

Oh crap.

“I thought…. I thought I was supposed to massage your chest?” I tried explaining, though when it left my mouth, it sounded utterly ridiculous.

“Adam, that may have been fine for your first missed due date, but this is your second. A simple breast massage will not cut it. We talked about this,” Ms. Campbell said blankly.

“Oh… uhh… sure!” I let out.

I looked around. I was still dreadfully insecure and nervous despite all that was going on with my day recently. I flushed and pushed my face into her chest. My hands reached for the bottom of her bra and push the flesh into my mouth, and I nursed on her. My mouth clenched on her areolas and tongue flicked on her nipples like a newborn hungrily at his mother. I looked up, still flushed, and Ms. Campbell closed her eyes and was breathing hard through her nose and clenched her jaw. Her chest was moving in and out as I nibbled on her now stiff nipple peaks. After maybe half of a minute of my nursing, she opened her eyes again. With one hand she reached down and gently pushed my face off her breast.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked. At this point, I was rock hard and had a great desire to reach down and stroke myself.

“Adam, we talked about this…” Ms. Campbell said and sighed. “If you missed another due date, you would have to fuck my tits. You can’t get out of this with a simple massage or sucking on my breast.”

We talked about that? When? Why in God’s name would I ever hand in assignments if that was what would happen? I was both confused and aroused.

“Young man, get your penis out and put them between my breast. I have to begin class soon,” She said clinically and pushed her breast up towards me.

So far I hadn’t had to show my dick in public. Though I had nothing to be ashamed of it, size-wise, I was still embarrassed about doing it. I pulled it out with a bit of hesitation. More students filed in and made their way to the seats, not minding my bare dick out in public. My private school uniform trousers and underwear slid to the ground, and I brought out my erect penis and was standing in front of Ms. Campbell’s chair. Ms. Campbell, seeming annoyed at my **** to face my “punishment”, reached over and pulled me towards her. Ms. Campbell pulled her bra bridge over my penis and placed it between her two ample breasts. She cupped her breast and got into a comfortable position and moved her body up and down. My penis tip was moving from the top of her belly up towards her chest and back down again in rhythmic motions, my penis hotdogging between the cleavage of her bosom. Her tits were still hanging out of her bra while my dick went underneath the bra bridge up and down. I was breathing heavily enjoying every moment, watching her face look up and down on the penis and staring into my eyes and back down to the action of her heaving up and down on my penis. She licked her lips.

“Adam, does this feel good?” Ms. Campbell asked, and I nodded still trying my best not to cum. “Adam, I’m only doing this because I think you are a bright boy. The better it feels, the more you will learn to behave like an adult.”

That made little sense, but I nodded agreeing with her. My pre-cum and wetness were lining the center area above her breast where her collarbones were and met. Ms. Campbell was now hurrying and altering her motions, doing a little shimmy right to left as she came down which sent me into ecstasy. My penis was pushing up between her softness and pushing the skin of her chest up like a carpet as the head of my shaft pushed through it and felt all around her chest. Her tits were now hitting my loins, and she was now grinding my penis into her right breasts as I felt close. Up and down and up and down she went as I caressed her arms and my cock expelled globules of glue-like substance out and gravity letting it fall over the skin of her chest, over her bra and some going down my shaft to the base of my cock. I let out deep breaths as the sensitivity of it all tortured me pleasantly as my dick moved up and down now wet semen covered skin.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough Adam,” Ms. Campbell said.

She pulled out two tissues and cleaned herself. I still stood there panting and took some tissue for myself and cleaned what I could before going back to my desk and cleaning the rest with my Wet-Naps. Ms. Campbell hushed the class and started her lesson as normal. There was one slight oddity with the otherwise regular class, and it was the wetness and a whitish film that was covering Ms. Campbell’s cleavage throughout. No one seemed to mind.

After the class was over Ms. Campbell called me over, saying, “Adam, by tomorrow. No later.”

I nodded. Curious, I asked, “What happens if I can’t bring it tomorrow?”

Ms. Campbell looked up from her desk and said nothing. She stuck out her tongue. The massive red flesh was huge and reached towards her chin. She flicked it and rolled it, and trails of clear saliva fell to the ground. Her mouth widened to the point where I could see her uvula and back molars. She closed her mouth, and without even a smile she closed her books and put it in her bag and left the room. I stared her round apple bottom as she left.

Well, guess that means my homework is going to be indefinitely postponed. I smiled and went to lunch.