Quid Pro Quo

“Ms. Vanderhoff, on top of your desk, please.” You command Riley.

All three of the girls suddenly break character for a split second, looks of concern on their faces, with Viv turning her head, as she and Erica both shake their heads to signal that you shouldn’t push through with the command. You look at each of them curiously, and it’s Riley’s look of concern at the sturdiness, or lack thereof, of the desk that you realize what it is they mean. They’re here to feel pain to a degree that can still be pleasurable, not get injured.

“Don’t make me ask again, Ms. Vanderhoff. On top of your chair. Now.” You command, acting as if it was the original command you gave. Riley doesn’t hesitate and gets on top of the chair behind her desk, standing on it.

“You too, Ms. Bailey.” You then command Erica, who does the same thing as Riley on her chair.

“Ms. Nguyen.” You then address Viv. “I want you to assume the same position you have now, but place your hands on Ms. Vanderhoff’s desk.” You instruct Viv, who also doesn’t hesitate to follow your commands.

Viv walks towards the desk in front of the chair Riley’s standing on, and assuming the same position she had with the teacher’s desk — hands outstretched, placed on the desk; her body leaning forward and her back arched to accentuate her butt that’s sticking out, giving a full view of her pussy and asshole if you stand at a distance behind her.

You place your hands on Viv’s ass cheek once more, massaging it in a clockwise manner this time. You tease Viv with your fingers brushing against her more sensitive areas.

“Begin, Ms. Vanderhoff.” You then command Riley.

“I don’t…” Riley mutters in confusion.

*SPANK!*

Viv grunts as you give her ass cheek a hard spanking, giving the sting of your slap a few seconds to spread, before caressing the spot you hit with your palm to mitigate it with your pleasurable touch.

“This make-up exam was at your and Ms. Bailey’s behest, Ms. Vanderhoff. I would at least hope you know what you need to do.” You tell Riley.

“Mr. Craig, why did you spank me if they’re the ones who don’t know what to do for the make-up test?” Viv asks you.

“Like I said earlier, every mistake they make during this make-up test, you get punished. That hasn’t changed.” You remind her.

“What class was this again?” Erica then asks you.

*SPANK!*

“AH!” Viv says in reaction.

“Ms. Vanderhoff, care to answer Ms. Bailey’s question?” You redirect to Riley.

“Eng-lish?” Riley answers, obviously not sure if that’s the scenario you’re going with.

“Here I thought I had to spank Ms. Nguyen again.” You sarcastically remark.

“Oh! That’s why she’s standing on her chair.” Erica finally realizes what you’re doing, and Erica’s realization makes Riley realize it as well, as her eyes bulge in recognition; most likely recalling her last class with you back in high school.

“O Captain! My Captain!” Riley shouts the start of the poem she memorized all those years ago in excitement.

“Yes~, Ms. Vanderhoff. Congratulations on knowing the first half of the first verse.” You mockingly tell her. “Now you just have to recite the rest of the poem.” You tease her with a mischievous smile, as you’re pretty sure she has no clue what the rest of the poem is anymore, unlike five years ago.

“Oh, shit. Uhh~” Riley’s excitement turns to worry, as you give Viv another *SPANK!* for Riley’s pause, causing her to wince in pain. As you’ve been doing, you let the spank sting for a few seconds before palm Viv’s ass again to mix the pain with some pleasure.

“I guess you have no intention of graduating, Ms. Vanderhoff.” You scare Riley.

“No! Mr. Craig, I can’t fail this make-up exam. Is there something else I can do to pass this test?” Riley playfully reacts, biting a fingernail, and giving you a seductive look, while her other hand brushes the top of her chest suggestively.

“What do you suggest?” You ask her, feigning innocence. Riley teasingly brushes the button of her top that’s just between her cleavage, before sensually lowering it across her stomach, down to her waist, and eventually the hem of her plaid schoolgirl skirt, gripping the hemp between her palm and fingers, teasing ever so slightly that she wants to lift it to show you her panties, before pulling it lower instead to reveal more of her midriff.

“I don’t want to say, Mr. Craig. I don’t think my suggestion is school appropriate.” Riley replies, still biting her nail.

“You don’t have to say it, Ms. Vanderhoff. Just show me what you’re suggesting then.” You tell her, and Riley pulls down her skirt even further, revealing her red lace panties, before she lets go of the skirt entirely and it falls down her legs.

“What about you, Ms. Bailey?” You then address Erica. “Can you recite the poem?” You ask her. Erica feigns shyness as her initial reaction. Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, and swaying in place.

“I don’t have all day, Ms. Bailey.” You threaten her, and Erica finally pulls down her skirt to reveal her black silk panties. As soon as Erica lets go of her skirt and it falls down her legs, you recite the first couple of verses of Walt Whitman’s ‘O Captain! My Captain!’

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,”

After you recite the first two verses, you then tell Riley to continue with her oral recitation, knowing full well she and Erica aren’t going to be able to do it.

*SPANK!!*

You hit Viv’s backside once more. A little harder this time.

“If you can only do the first two verses, Ms. Vanderhoff, you’re going to fail this exam.” You threaten, and Riley realizes what it is she needs to do without you having to command it. Riley unbuttons her blouse, revealing the red bra that matches her panties, before untying the knot she made to expose her midriff.

“Ms. Bailey?” You ask, glancing towards her, before not hesitating this time, and unbuttons her blouse like Riley to expose the matching black bra to her panties.

You only stare Riley in the eyes, despite her almost being half naked, as her open blouse barely covers anything of her half naked figure. Unlike last time, you don’t give the next couple of verses just yet. Instead, you decide to tease them. You take in their half naked bodies, checking them out from head to toe like a predator eyeing his meal. You notice Erica taking her undressing a step further, by letting the blouse fall from her shoulders, forcing you to give Viv another spanking.

*SPANK!!*

“Not yet, Ms. Bailey.” You address her, and Erica catches the falling blouse with her elbows, where they rest for the time being. “It would be unfair to the two of you if Ms. Nguyen doesn’t match your current state of undress now, does it?” You teasingly ask them, before you start reciting for the two truants once more.

“The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,”

You pull on Viv’s skirt to get it over her ass again as you recite. You then pinch the zipper between your fingers, while slowly pulling the zipper downwards.

“While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;”

As you say the verse, you pull Viv’s skirt down to her ankles, exposing her naked lower half once more. You move right behind her, placing both your hands on her ass cheeks, and resting your now bulging crotch area right up to her exposed pussy.

“Stand up straight, Ms. Nguyen.” You order Viv, who immediately does as she’s told, and leans back on your chest to connect your bodies together.

“Unbutton your shirt.” You whisper into your girlfriend’s ear.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Craig.” Viv almost moans her reply, while she begins to unbutton her shirt. Viv also starts to grind her crotch onto yours, as you’re positive she can feel your erection poking her exposed pussy. You caress her skin with your fingers, teasing her neck, down to her cleavage, slowly lowering it down as she unbuttons more of her shirt, until finally going past her belly button and reaching her pelvis. You tease Viv with your fingers slowly going lower, but not actually touching her clit.

“Back to your position, Ms. Nguyen.” You order Viv, who leans forward once more, and places her hands on Riley’s desk.

You break away from Viv, and you can feel a moistness in your crotch area that definitely came from Viv’s pussy. You walk back towards the teacher’s desk to grab the wooden ruler on top of it, before making your way back to Viv.

“You two are only halfway done with the first verse. Proceed, Ms. Vanderhoff.” You then address Erica and Riley.

Already understanding what you mean, Riley places her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, lowering it a bit, exposing more of her pelvis but not fully revealing her pussy yet; and before she lowers it further, you raise your hand holding the ruler, getting her attention and making her pause.

*SPANK!!*

Viv winces in pain, as the sting of the wooden ruler hitting her bare ass cheek echoes throughout the room. Riley, knowing that you only spank Viv if she or Erica does something wrong, doesn’t know what she may have done wrong; but assumes she was taking off her panties too slowly, and pulls down her panties down her thighs, causing you to give Viv another spanking with the ruler just to signal to Riley to stop from going any further.

*SPANK*

“That verse wasn’t quite right, Ms. Vanderhoff. Try again.” You tell her, causing Riley to pull up her panties slightly, gauging your reaction. You give her a nod that she’s going in the right direction, before she fully covers her pussy once more. Riley then tries to remove her blouse, letting it fall from her shoulders as well, like Erica, but you smack Viv’s bum one more time with the ruler.

*SPANK*

Riley brings her blouse back onto her shoulders, before finally getting the right answer and trying to unclasp her bra. She looks at you in anticipation, waiting for a signal if she’s not doing the right thing, but since you didn’t smack Viv’s bottom again, she fully commits and takes off her bra, while her blouse barely covers her nipples, and the tie still resting perfectly on her cleavage.

“Ms. Bailey?” You then address Erica, who immediately goes for her bra, learning from Riley’s mistakes. Her bra has a front clasp, so you get a full view of her breasts as soon as she unclasps them. Erica doesn’t copy Riley with regards to the blouse, as she allows it to remain hanging on her elbows. As the two girls are now braless, with Erica fully exposing her tits, while Riley’s nipples are being obstructed by her blouse, you proceed with the next couple of verses.

“But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,”

…

*SPANK!*

You smack Viv’s ass with the ruler once more, after a few seconds elapse and the girls don’t proceed with their ‘recitation’.

Riley tries to remove the blouse once more, resulting in you hitting Viv one more time.

*spank*

Riley goes for her panties one more time, and you finally allow her to remove them this time. Riley’s only in her open blouse and tie now, as well as the knee high socks, and high heels that were part of her schoolgirl outfit… just like you planned. You don’t even address Erica anymore, and just look in her direction before she does the same as Riley and remove her panties as well.

You approach the middle of Riley and Erica closer, grabbing the articles of clothing they took off that are on the floor.

“Where on the deck my Captain lies,”

You throw the bras and skirts to the side, only leaving each of their panties on your hands. You give each panty a long sniff, playing up the creepy, and perverted teacher character you’re playing for all three of them. You hate to admit it, the strong, pungent smell coming from their panties arouses you a lot more than you anticipated it would; and the realization actually gets you to chuckle.

“Fallen cold and dead.”

You finally say the final verse of the first octet of the poem.

You take the time to survey the scene you’ve created. Erica and Riley, on top of their chairs, both naked except for their blouses, socks, and heels. Viv bent forward, hands on Riley’s desk, ass sticking out, with one ass cheek much redder than the other, and in basically the same state of undress as Erica and Riley. You survey the leaking juices dripping down Viv and Erica’s leg, while you notice Erica breathing heavily in anticipation for what you’ll do next.

“That’s only one third of the poem, ladies.” You inform them, signaling that four of you are just getting started.

“Your oral exam isn’t over yet.”