Strip Me Baby One More Time

"Hello , Sir. I'm here for my detention"

Wow, Ria really likes the whole being punished by a figure of authority set up, doesn't she? You briefly wonder why that is? But perhaps there doesn't need to be a reason, or the reason doesn't matter. The important thing is you both enjoy this dynamic - and you feel better prepared to play your part in it than you were before.

"Remind me what you are in detention for this time, Lewis?" you demand, in the most authoritarian tone you can muster.

"Messing about in class, being disrespectful" she shrugs as she chews her gum "the usual"

"You just never learn, do you?" you tell her with an exasperated sigh, quickly growing into the role your pretend student has allocated for you.

Ria says nothing as she plays with her hair and gazes off to the side and away from you, feigning boredom.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, you insolent little toad!" you bark at her "You're only making things harder on yourself with that attitude"

"Whatever" she whispers, just audibly enough for you to hear.

"You clearly need to be suitably punished for your consistent poor behaviour, Lewis. It's high time you learn some humility, and I have the perfect plan to make that happen"

"What's that then, Sir?"

She is trying to sound a combination of nervous and defiant, but you can definitely sense the excited anticipation that underlies it all in her voice..

"Firstly, since you are a disgrace to this school's uniform, you will take it off" you order her "And strip for me until you are fully naked!"

"I'm not doing that, you perv!" she sneers at you, folding her arms across her breasts protectively.

"You will do exactly as I say, you obnoxious rat, or I will expel you here and now. I wonder what your parents would have to say about that?"

"You won't get away with this" Ria tells you, as she begins undressing a little too eagerly to make this fully convincing - not that authenticity is your overriding concern right now.

Ria strips off sulkily and messily, tossing her discarded clothing all over the classroom in a weak act of rebellion. Before long, she is standing nude and powerless in front of her desk, as you decide what you would like to do with her next.

It is amazing just how much of Ria's body you have seen both in and outside of her sexual fantasies over the past couple of days. After all of that time at work just staring at her legs, and enjoying those occasional days in the summer when she wore a white t shirt tight enough for her nipples to be barely visible through the material, suddenly every part of her seems so easily accessible - for looking, touching and even penetrating.

"Right, lets start with some jumping jacks. You can perform them for me while reciting your multiplication tables. You can stop when you've completed everything from two to twelve"

"You can't be serious, sir!"

Ria places her hands on her hips and taps her foot in fake outrage.

"Oh, I'm deadly serious, Lewis" you assure her "Not looking so clever now, are you?"

She sighs, and begins bouncing up and down in the buff, throwing out her arms and legs out as she does.

"Two times two is four, two times three is six..."

This is a kink you never knew you had until now. You could probably watch it all day. You begin to circle Ria like a shark as she continues with her humiliating task, affording yourself a three sixty view, so you can watch her bum jiggle as well as her boobs.

"Six times seven is forty two, six times eight is forty eight.."

It's weird to you that Ria is enjoying this, but clearly she is. Her nipples have perked up like bullets. She is working up quite a sweat too, and perhaps not all of that is due to the brisk exercise you have her doing.

"Twelve times eleven is a hundred and thirty two, twelve times twelve is a hundred and forty four"

Finally done, Ria puffs out her cheeks, lets out a gasp and doubles over with her hands on her knees, still panting.

"Can I get dressed now, sir?"

"Of course not! That was just the first part of your punishment. Next I think you should write some lines. Now, let's see, what would be an appropriate message for you to send to yourself?"

Ria glares at you as you decide what you would like to see her scrawl repeatedly on the blackboard for your own titillation.

"You will write 'I must stop being such a horny, naked little slut' twenty times on the blackboard for me"

She rolls her eyes yet again but trudges off to carry out her duty. You return to your desk, put your feet up on it and place your hands behind your head while you enjoy the site of a nude Ria repeatedly writing that derogatory line about herself over and over in nice, neat lettering on the blackboard.

This really is the best of both worlds. She is acting like she hates this, but you know she gets a kick out of it. It isn't real life, but it is really happening. It's all win-win.

Eventually Ria finishes her embarrassing chore and walks back to you, brushing the chalk from her hands.

"Are you done with me now, sir?"

You aren't. The unwritten rule of three decrees there has to be one final punishment for Ria's imagined misdemeanours, and it is pretty obvious what it should be. It's what she wants just as much as you, you feel sure.

"There is one more lesson you need to learn, Lewis, and I am going to teach it to you personally" you tell her "Now, get yourself up on your desk"

"What are you going to do to me, sir!"

"Just do as you are told, girl and stop asking annoying questions!" you chastise her "Now, get onto all fours, as if you were a dog!"

She glares at you again, but lowers herself onto her hands and knees without any argument.

"That's perfect, Lewis. Now all you have to do is stay in place while you receive your punishment. Surely even you can manage that?"

You unzip your flies, part your cloak and take her from behind.

"Now" you tell Ria as you begin to slowly slide in and out of her rapidly moistening cunt "I want you to repeat those lines you wrote earlier for me. Say them out loud!"

"I must stop being such a horny naked little slut"

"Again"

"I must stop being such a horny naked little slut"

"Louder!"

"I MUST STOP BEING SUCH A HORNY NAKED LITTLE SLUT!"

The school bell rings out before morphing into the intrusive bleeping of your alarm. You are suddenly back in bed, ready to face another day. Next to you is a bleary eyed Ria, who has just woken to discover she has her hands placed between her legs, and that there is a damp patch on the front middle of the shorts she had worn to bed.

This is a far cry from the start to the normal working day that you have become accustomed to.