The door on the right

Hastily Leanne chose the door on the right. She just had time to read the name on the door before diving inside, not even bothering to knock first. According to the sign the room belonged to Mr. Forster. The same name as Leanne's old English teacher from high school. It was a familiar enough name to make her choose the room, but she only remembered Mr. Forster as a miserable old bastard who put her in detention on her first lesson.

She was just starting to think how ironic it would be if it was the same Mr. Forster when she found herself stumbling into his room. Not a bedroom as she expected, but her old English classroom.

"Miss. Dixon!" yelled an instantly recognisable voice.

Leanne froze where she was. In her eagerness to get away from the clown she had flung the door open and came flying inside, making a lot of noise as she did so.

"Not only are you late. Again! But you come in here causing such a commotion and disrupting my class." Leanne looked around her. She could see the faceless members of her old class, nothing distinct about any of them but she somehow recognised them all. Eventually her eyes fell on the cantankerous Mr. Forster. His face was going red with fury. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I... I..." She couldn't speak. Being in such a familiar environment brought back all those same feelings she used to know so well. The fear of this teacher, his booming voice and his powerful persona.

"And what exactly are you wearing?" He was looking over the top of his glasses the way teachers do, causing Leanne to become much more timid than usual. That's when she noticed her outfit. It wasn't what she was wearing a few minutes ago out in the corridor.

She was dressed in her old school uniform. Kind of. It didn't fit very well anymore, she'd obviously grown in the few years since she left high school. The skirt was much shorter than she remembered and she hardly ever wore knee high white socks. Not for school anyway! There was also a lot more cleavage on display than she was comfortable with. Especially as Mr. Forster was now bearing down on her.

"Did you get dressed in the dark this morning? Or did you come in fancy dress?" The rest of the class giggled at this but Mr. Forster's old face was as stern as ever. "I can see that giving you detention again will have no effect. It's time for something more drastic."

Leanne stood there while her old teacher berated her, trying to push her shirt skirt down with one hand while covering her chest with the other. He was now standing in front of her and towering above. She didn't remember him being this intimidating.

"Bend over the desk, Miss. Dixon." His voice was low and calm but it sounded more terrifying than if he screamed at her.

"Wh-Why?" she stammered, trying to back away.

"Because I said so!" This time he did yell at her. His patience was never very long and Leanne decided to do as she was told. In this **** position her short skirt his nothing of her tight arse. Her cheeks were clearly visible to the rest of her class, as was her white underwear. Leanne braced herself, guessing what was coming next.

CRACK! The old teacher's hand made contact with her backside.

Leanne grimaced and pressed herself against the desk for comfort. She knew there was more coming and didn't have to wait long. The second spanking was just as bad as the first. His hands were large and powerful, striking first one side and then the other, leaving her cheeks stinging. The third slap wasn't far behind.

"Ohhh..." Leanne opened her eyes wide. That noise hadn't come from her, had it?

"Are you enjoying this, Miss. Dixon?" bellowed Mr. Forster as he continued with his punishment.

"Ohh... No. Of course I'm no... Ohhh..." Leanne was moaning louder and louder with each slap of her backside. The experience of receiving a spanking from her old teacher at the front of the class was becoming more pleasurable than she ever thought possible.

Suddenly she felt Mr. Foster's hands under her short skirt. With one firm tug her knickers were yanked down to her knees, exposing her pussy to every one of her audience.

"Maybe you'll learn some discipline now," cried the teacher before striking once more against her naked rear. But it was no use. Being stripped by her teacher just turned Leanne on even more and she moaning as loud as ever. The more she groaned the faster he spanked her. Until she was crying out constantly while the old man dished out his punishment.

Eventually the teacher tired and rested his hand on her bare backside. Her cheeks were bright red and she was panting heavily. She felt his firm hand slide down the smooth curve of her buttocks and slide between her thighs.

"Holy fuck!" shrieked Leanne.

"Good grief, young lady! You're soaking wet!" yelled Mr. Forster as he explored her wet slit with his fingers. "It seems dressing like a slut has made you act like one too."

Leanne should have been embarrassed by the (quite literal) dressing down but she was too aroused to care. She slid a hand between her legs and touched her tingling pussy, confirming what Mr. Forster had already announced to everyone.

"Well if you want to pleasure yourself in my lesson then you can do it front of everyone," he continued. The old man grabbed Leanne and spun her around fiercely. She sat back against the desk, her skirt still ridden up and her glistening lips on display to her whole class. Mr. Forster was stood with his arms folded, looking impatient. "We're waiting, Miss. Dixon."

She was confused at first but then acknowledged what her teacher had just said. 'Surely he doesn't want me to start masturbating in front of everyone?' Leanne thought to herself. Carefully she sat back on the desk, her bum still sore from her spanking, and gently stroked her fingers against her pussy. There was no change on Mr. Forster's face, just the same stern expression as he watched her closely, but there was something that suggested she should continue.

Kicking her white underwear off Leanne lifted one leg on the desk, spreading herself wide for all to see. She ran her finger down her slit and slowly slid it inside. She closed he eyes as she quickly began to tease herself, trying to forget about her captivated audience. Even though their presence was increasing her arousal immensely.

"Ohh God!" she moaned. Her fingers were working furiously, flicking rapidly in and out of her pussy as she got herself off. She toyed with her clit, laying back on the desk and squeezing her breasts as her skilled hand went to work. It was impossible to last much longer in this situation and Leanne swiftly felt the onrushing orgasm coming on strong. "Mmmmm... Ohhh... FFFuck!!"

Her thighs squeezed together tightly as she came hard against her hand. In the aftermath she lay there on the desk for a few moments, trying to get her breath back until she was interrupted by Mr. Forster's fearsome voice bringing her back to reality.

"We could have done without the expletives and blasphemy, but I think that will do now, Miss. Dixon." Leanne sat up, her head still rushing and her entire body tingling. "Go and get yourself cleaned up then."

"Y-Yes, sir," she answered obediently. With that she slid off the desk and picked up her knickers before hurriedly scurrying out of the classroom. As she exited she suddenly found herself back in the corridor of Rosefield Manor, wearing the same jeans and vest top she'd had on earlier.