Hard from behind, and she loves it!

Dear Sir Williard,

This really must be a quick entry as the morning sun continues to climb and at some point my delayed joining of my host family must be perceived as rudeness rather than oversight. However if I do not put ink to paper I am afraid I may never find the nerve to describe the wickedness that took place in the classroom late last night.

Bad enough that I had already spanked young Lady Peach for her failure to complete the imaginary task assigned to her and the collection of fresh-faced young gentlewomen in my role as instructor. However, instead of the firm punishment dampening the erotic notions of the young Miss Peach the pain of the spanking seems to have further weakened both her inhibitions and, I will regretfully confess, mine too. I was completely taken with the role of the strict male disciplinarian and educator and I resolved to break Miss Peach of her misplaced notions of how a woman might betray the trust placed in her by her family, her future husband, the Church and the powers of the land.

"Ladies," I announced to the empty classroom as I loosened the lacing of my trousers. "So far in the course of your schooling I have limited the curriculum to how a husband might physically demonstrate his love for a wife, as well as (in concept at least) achieve the necessary aim of procreation." I could imagine a dozen or more wide-eyed young women watching in stunned disbelief as I continued to drone on even as I took up a position behind Lady Peach's reddened ass. "Many of you have expressed curiosity (either in class or more often in the privacy of my office) about how a man might find pleasure with a woman whom he is not bound to by the laws of society and the Church." Miss Peach let out a needy groan and it was not hard to imagine that the others pretty students in this classroom might be vocalizing similar gasps and moans of shocked surprise, disapproval and even excitement. However my Lordship, it was far beyond my weak will by that point to stop and avert the shameful treatment of Miss Peach.

"This, Ladies of the class is how a man fucks a woman whom he neither cares for nor respects." The height of the table was nearly perfect for what I had in mind and as wet and excited as Miss Peach was it was easy for me to enter her from behind like a bull servicing a cow. I cannot begin to imagine that anything in Miss Peach's sheltered upbringing had prepared her for the brutal manner in which I took her. My left hand pressed her torso to the rough wooden table and the fingers of my right hand twisted into the cascades of soft blonde hair and pulled her back to meet each of my violent thrusts. I have seen ape-like longshoremen savaging harbor trollops in the alleys and abandoned warehouses in this fashion, but until last night I had never even considered taking a woman in that coarse manner. Unlike the uneducated brutes who lacked either the funds or the willingness to procure a bed and basic privacy I had always been able to gaze into the eyes of my partner as we shared the most intimate of moments.

And yet Sir Williard, there I was pistoning away at the backside of a woman with my hand in her hair jerking her back to meet each of my energetic thrusts; and not just some brown-skinned native girl either, your Lordship, but a British citizen, a Christian gentlewoman whose standing and wealth far exceeded my own family's.

What made the situation particularly difficult was Miss Peach's response to my savagery. She did not, as you likely imagined, demand an immediate withdrawal and abject apology, nor did she plead for mercy or at the very least pretending that the outrage was out of her control and wait passively for me to come to my senses. No my Lord, Miss Peach was actively encouraging me too **** her using language that might not have seemed out of place amoungst the longshoremen mentioned above. She cried out with each brutal thrust demanding that I punish her like she deserved, at times she became so loud I feared she'd wake the entire household, but thankfully the thick walls and vastness of this estate saved me that ultimate embarrassment.

When at last I collapsed onto her back, pinning her slender body to the rough tabletop with he fullness of my weight she quivered in what I can only describe as deep satisfaction turning her head to the side so she could survey the empty desks that filled the room.

"Look at them Dr. Baxter." She gasped softly staring with her mind's eye at her imaginary classmates "I bet that not one of those pristine young maidens will have their assignments done tomorrow." I could feel yet another ripple of her inner muscles along the sensitive flesh of my manhood. "Not even my sweet little sister Amber."

I have to wonder what is wrong with me Sir Williard, because my slowly deflating member stiffened noticeably inside her as I contemplated having my choice of lovely young students to 'educate.' I believe now you can see why I am hesitant to leave the sanctuary of my rooms; I really have ****, so wish me goodwill, for like Daniel I must now face the lions in their den.