You must be disciplined Anna

‘I’m sorry Anna,’ he says, ‘but even though it’s your first day, I can’t just let you off. Get dressed and see me in my office immediately.’

‘But Sir..’

Your face stings as he brings his hand round to catch your cheek. It’s not a hard slap, but it catches you by surprise, and you stand there confused, your cheek glowing bright red from the smart. ‘Don’t disobey me,’ he barks. ‘If you’re not in my office in 10 minutes, there will be even more trouble.’

He leaves, and you hear his heavy steps move out of the corridor. You regain your senses, your cheek still hot from the slap, but also from the shame of having let him down. You rush back to your room and pull on whatever you can find, sprinting out of the door as soon as you have applied a little bit of make-up. You run through the corridors, looking for Mr. Whitelock’s office, and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. ‘Oh god, you think, I really should have spent just a little bit more time getting dressed.’ You’ve forgotten to wear a bra, and your perky nipples strain through the thin white blouse you are wearing. Even more worrying, you have picked up the shortest of the school skirts you brought. It’s not much more than a belt, barely covering your silky black thong. Worst of all, without time to put your make up on properly, you have overdone it, and your eyes are thickly coloured with kohl, giving you the appearance a sultry teen vixen. Not the look Mr. Whitelock will expect. Still, at least you won’t be late right?

You slam into his office, chest heaving from exertion. How on earth could his office be any further away you wonder?! Mr. Whitelock looks up slowly, but unimpressed.

‘Take a seat,’ – he motions to a seat in front of his large desk. You sit in the deep chair, feeling even smaller as it swallows you up. You began to say something by way of an apology, ‘Sir, I’m really sorry about all this, it’s just that...’

‘Quiet girl, or I’ll make you quiet.’ His tone assures you he will. ‘Sexual fantasies involving another girl. Appearing late to a disciplinary action by a senior member of staff. And, to top it all off, dressing up like a little schoolgirl slut. Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?’

You glance round nervously. ‘Ummm, I was in a bit of a rush to get here so I didn’t...’

He interrupts you abruptly. ‘You’re new here Anna. It’s always daunting coming to a new school. But it does not excuse you for such serious violations of the rules we follow here. You have to be punished. Do you agree?’

You figure that, you had broken the rules after all, and it was probably better just to accept it. You nod meekly, and blush furiously as a hot tear trickles down your face. ‘Damn it,’ you think, brushing the tear away as discreetly and quickly as you can, ‘I can’t believe I’ve messed this all up already.’

Mr. Whitelock must be in your head, because he takes on a more friendly approach as he gets out of his chair, perching on the desk directly in front of you. ‘Now Anna. I don’t want to see you get into more trouble, and I think that, although you have been a bad girl, you can be a very good girl too. Do you think?’

Again you nod, not looking at him, but just staring at your feet, upset.

‘So perhaps we can keep this little transgression to ourselves. What do you think?’

You can’t believe it. He’s offering you an olive branch. You look up at his smiling face and can’t help but smile a bit as well. ‘Yes sir, I would really appreciate that,’ you tell him.

‘But you still have to be punished. The things you did were very naughty Anna. You do understand that don’t you?’

‘Yes Sir,’ you say, your face setting into a serious expression. ‘I know that what I did was what bad girls do, and I need to be punished for it. I deserve to be punished.’

‘Excellent’ he grins, looking you right in the eye. You can see the clear outline of his cock through his trousers, and you start to feel, for the first time since being in his office, less penitent, and more lusty. ‘Now Anna, why don’t you come over here and lay over my knee?’

You walk towards him, your head filled with dread and excitement. ‘Sir, what’s my punishment?’ you ask angelically?

‘You’re going to be spanked for be such a bad girl Anna, ‘ Mr. Whitelock says, lifting you up over his knee, completely within his power. ‘Now Anna, please try and remember, this is for your own good.’ He lifts your skirt up so that just your panties are on show to him, a tiny triangle of silk between your bottom and his hand.

‘THWACK.’ His hand comes down across your bottom, stinging you, and making you call out in pain with a quiet whimper. His hand comes down again and again, and your bottom starts to feel really warm. It’s turning you on a little. But what’s turning you on a lot is Sir’s cock. It’s now rigid, and rubbing up against your clit every time his hand comes down with a hard hit. Your moans of pain start to turn into equally quiet moans of pleasure, as you start to enjoy being so roughly handled by your teacher. After twenty, you are so turned on that you actually whisper ‘yes’ gently, as his cock grinds against your clit.

‘All done,’ he says, and he goes to put your skirt back down, his fingers brushing against the thin material between your legs. He stops. ‘Anna, you’re panties are soaking wet. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?!’ He sounds angry, but you don’t know what to do – you’re still bent over his knee like his plaything.

‘I’m sorry Sir, it’s just that, it started to feel really good, and my pussy got all hot and sticky.’

‘You’re wet right now are you?’ he interrogates, and slips a finger inside of you, pushing your sodden silk panties to the side as he penetrates your snatch up to the last knuckle. You writhe with pleasure on his lap, only getting you more turned on as you grind against his big cock head.

He brings the damp finger to his mouth, tasting you, and says with disgust, ‘Just as I thought. Absolutely drenched. You’re loving this aren’t you?’

You try to argue, but it’s no use, your body has betrayed you, and it’s all you can do not to rock your hips harder into his lap and mash your clit against his hard rod. ‘Yes’ you say submissively. I love it when you use me.’

With that, he throws you to the floor, where you lie dazed on your knees, looking up at him standing above you. He seems much taller from here, and the hard outline of his cock is massive from this angle. ‘Well Anna, I tried to give you a fair trial, but you insist on being a bad girl. And do you know what happens to bad girls?’

You can only shake your head, but you’re so excited a little part of your brain can’t help but think ‘do they get rammed by their teachers?’

Sir reaches down and grasp your chin in what you think is a loving gesture, and moves your head up until it is at level with his straining cock. ‘Seeing as you’re such a bad girl Anna, I’m sure you won’t mind taking my cock out and lubing it up with your little mouth before I fuck you, will you?’

You decide it’s not really like you have much choice. You don’t want to get kicked out of school after your parents had to work so hard to get you in here. And besides, you’re enjoying feeling like his sex doll – all you can think about is filling your warm mouth with his dick. Shaking, you undo his buttons and fly, lowering the zip slowly, until you can clearly make out the mushroom headed cock that lies within his pants. Reaching both black-painted nails up, you slowly pull them down, to reveal his cock. As you pull his pants down, fully revealing his cock, it flops forward towards you, and without thinking you place a chaste kiss on its head. Tentatively, you run your tongue briefly over the head, enjoying the taste, and the feeling of being his slut.

You hear his sigh with pleasure above you, and say, ‘that’s right, enjoy my cock, you’re going to dream about it from now on.’

You don’t deny it, but enjoy the reminder from his outburst that you are still the guiding **** here, even if you have given yourself to him and his manhood completely. You look up at him with your big eyes, and ask him ‘Sir?’

‘Yes girl?’

‘Please Sir, I’ve been a very good girl? Can I take you cock in my mouth please?’

‘Yes Anna, go ahead,’ he smiles, enjoying the roleplay. You open your lips and let the tip of his cock enter your mouth. A bit of precum eases the way for you. You love the feeling, your mouth is so stuffed with dick. Starting to suck on it, you slowly move your head backwards and forwards, drawing a groan from your teacher. He slips a hand into your thick brown hair and slowly eases you onto more of his cock. You bob up and down with increasing speed, letting your tongue run over his head, occasionally moaning, as much because it feels so good to have him in your mouth, so absolutely naughty of you, as because you know he likes to hear you. After a while of sucking his cock, playing with his balls and running your hands up and down the shaft which you can’t fit in your girlish mouth, he starts to tense up. You know he’s getting close.

Mr. Whitelock looks down at your wide, beautiful eyes, those eyes which are **** to please. ‘Anna. Good girl, I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming Anna...’