Being Taught A Few Lessons

Ryan wasn't sure where he was going as he slowly meandered around town after the threesome. Well, he had the vague notion in his head that he should head home but wasn't sure how to get there. Well he knew the way, it wasn't like it was particularly far or difficult to walk there from here, but that wasn't the problem. For some reason he didn't feel like walking the straight path. The college he went to wasn't exactly on the way but he felt himself heading in that direction anyway. He wasn't sure why he felt like making his voyage home take this much longer but once again it was like something in his feet and mind were slowly dragging him along this path. Today was Saturday and there were no classes so the facility was rather deserted and many of the buildings were locked shut. Taking a longer route kind of made sense to Ryan as he was still trying to avoid people, especially in larger groups as he often did that normally. His dire need for a shower added a little extra motivation to keep to himself but still, the amount of attention he was taking to remaining by himself for now seemed a bit odd even for him. As he walked near the main building Ryan looked around and began to realize what a nice day it was and decided to sit down on a bench, close his eyes, and soak in the sun for a little bit.

It was as he was doing this that he heard a car driving into the nearby parking lot which was a little bit of a surprise since he wasn't aware anybody came here on the weekend. As he heard the car door shut and footsteps begin walking in his general direction Ryan opened his eyes to see who it was. In a plain and simple beige dress the school's dean was walking towards Ryan and seemed to be heading to the main office building.

As she approached Ryan gave her a sarcastic grin and sighed in an attempt to sound a little empathetic, "Don't even get Saturday off?"

The woman looked at him and grinned as she approached at first. As she got closer once again that foul odor he gave off was a bit much so in her best attempt to appear polite as she continued on her path, she held her smile the best she could and began to walk on the other side of the small sidewalk while picking up her pace slightly. "Saturday just means I get to come in here and try to fix everyone else's mistakes."

As she walked past Ryan gave an attempt at a vague, meaningless, but pleasant response. "Well, no rest for the wicked am I right?"

In an equally vague, meaningless, and pleasant reply she crooked her head a little bit in Ryan's direction and said, "Only the wicked are resting. They rested too much and now I need to come in and cover for their behinds!" As she walked away that's when Ryan began to feel another strong compulsion. He decided to follow the woman. He walked into the door behind her and decided to slowly look around and explore for a little bit. He didn't really have a reason to do it but at the same time he hadn't spent much time in this building since he enrolled and now that there weren't a bunch of people around he felt free to do so. At least until Dean Power was coming around a corner and saw Ryan there. "Excuse me, are you a student here?"

Once again as Ryan noticed the person balking at his smell as he approached the same way the girlfriend and her boyfriend did at first. They eventually got over and he expected she would too. He decided to get closer and approached the woman with his hand stretched out to the teacher. Too polite to walk away and still not feeling threatened the woman reluctantly took it and smiled but with a firm expression. "I do apologize but the offices are closed to students outside of operating hours. Now if there's something I can help you with..."

Ryan just smiled at her and moved his body closer. He saw the look in her eyes begin to shift as suddenly the smell wasn't that bad anymore. Dean Power actually leaned in and began trying to get closer as if it was calling to her. "Actually I heard what you were saying about always needing to fix everyone else's mistakes. You must have a difficult job always needing to correct everyone, follow up with their bullshit, and of course you always need to be so PC and diplomatic about it." Ryan's recently discovered boldness began to take hold as he dropped to his knees in front of the teacher and let his right hand lightly toy with the bottom of the woman's dress. "Don't you wish that there were times when you could just let loose? Cuss without reservation, throw around insults to those that need it, humiliate them in front of other staff members, and really exert your authority? Punish those that won't do their job the way you want them to? Don't you wish the rest of your worthless staff would realize how great you are and give you the praise and obedience that you deserve?"

Dean Power felt her thoughts begin to cloud over and her mind found it hard to think. It was like her brain was stuck in some sort of limbo and wasn't sure what was going on. Since this boy had brought up her staff she tried to concentrate on them but every time she thought of them she became enraged and could only think of the slights that she needed to get retribution for. She took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself but Ryan just kept egging her on. "Not to mention all of us shitty, ungrateful students that attend this school. So many of us skip classes, don't do the assignments we're assigned, and just don't give our all. Making your school and you specifically look worse. We just don't understand the hard work and dedication you put into this place. Doesn't it make you wish you could just punish one of us? Take out your rage? It's not like anyone of us would be undeserving of your wrath. We all deserve it really."

Again the Dean wanted to calm herself but found it even harder. The kid on his knees in front of her actually understood her plight. Finally one of these annoying brats was giving her the respect she deserved. The way he remained on his knee in front of her, complacently acknowledging her superiority was doing something to her mind and the what he was saying sounded more and more true by the second. After a little while she couldn't hold herself back any more, "You're god damned right!" Realizing this was finally a chance to take out some of her rage, she found the nearest office chair and sat down on it. "Take off those fucking pants and get on my knee you little shit! Underwear too in case your too much of a dipshit to know what's coming!"

As quickly and efficiently as he could, Ryan rose to his feet before pulling his shoes and socks off and placing them neatly in the corner. Pants and underwear came off as well. Ryan quickly folded them and placed them as neatly as possible on top of his shoes before lying down on the dean's legs and leaving his prone and **** butt right where she could easily do what she needed to do. She smiled while looking over at the neatly folded clothes that Ryan had left on the floor, "Thank you for respecting my office and not just tossing your clothes to the side like a disrespectful slug." She let one of her fingers lightly caress one of Ryan's ass cheeks, smiling for a second, "It's almost like one of you stupid bitches understands!" THWACK! As she said that last part her hand went up and then came back down hard upon Ryan's ass. "Bunch of ingrates!" THWACK "Lazy," THWACK, "Incompetent," THWACK, "Layabouts!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! The woman took a few seconds to take a few slow, steadying breaths while trying to get her temper back into check. When she did she grabbed Ryan by the hair and slowly pulled his head up a little bit. "At least you were willing to show me a little bit of respect today so maybe you get it. Why do you think so many of the other kids your age don't?"

Ryan groaned in pain slightly as his hair was pulled and the teacher placed her hand firmly upon his just spanked and still sore butt cheek. "M-My mistress. My queen. My go-ah-ah-ahdess. I think it has to be sex."

"Sex?" the woman asked incredulously. Then at the same time she shoved one of Ryan's legs a little so that they were spread apart before reaching down and grabbing his dick firmly in her hand. It wasn't that big but it was hard. Enthusiastically so. Apparently in spite of his slight humiliation and punishment he was still erect. Hell, maybe even because of the slight beating she gave him. She sighed angrily as she gave the pecker a light couple of strokes. "You really think it could be that simple?" Being slapped and demeaned like that was making the boy as hard as a rock. Having his body treated like his will meant nothing as she fondled him without permission wasn't exactly making his cock go soft. And now that she thought about it and paid attention to her own feelings the thought of slapping him and having that hard prick so close to her pelvis was beginning to stir something in her underused twat.

"I don't have much doubt mistress. One thing we find is that sex is the one staple that crosses all bounds. One thing I have learned from my education, under your brilliant guidance is how important sex and sexuality is to humanity. We talk about it in biology, in psychology, it comes up in history and ethics. It's one of the most basic and fundamental drives of the human condition right below survival. If people are starved for sex, well, it's almost as bad as being starved for food or water. The world represses sexuality so bad that most grown adults don't even know what they want. Just this morning I had to take on the role of teacher. With some random guy and girlfriend not too far from here. She was an oral sex whore with a mind that craved being on her knees with a mouth full of cock, her soul craved a belly full of cum but because of her timid lifestyle had never even tried prior to my aid. Deep down her man is a dress wearing pansy sissy anal sex loving bitch but never even considered it until I took a move to set him on his true path. He was taught that men are supposed to be in relationships with women and they were supposed to be dominant and in charge. I helped him discover what he really needs and wants. How many other students in this school are going down the wrong path and learning the wrong things? Not understanding who they are?"

Dean Power actually gave what the kid said a real, deep, serious amount of thought as she continued to lightly stroke his pecker. She didn't like to admit it but the brat might actually be teaching her something. She was over 50 years old and her lifetime sexual experience was rather limited. She had never taken charge over someone like she was doing now and she had to admit, she loved it. It almost felt like a portion of herself was being unlocked and revealed to her and she couldn't help but wonder how many of her own staff were in similar situations. How many of her students were equally repressed and ignorant of their own internal needs? Then again maybe this little shit was lying to her and tricking her. Maybe this desire to dominate, take control, and be in charge like she suddenly felt was total crap and it would wear off. Or maybe it would go away if she pushed it too far. Maybe she would need a little bit more experimentation. She let go of his hair and gave Ryan's ass one more good, firm smack before telling him to get off of her. He didn't stand up though of course as Mistress had not given him permission. He remained on one knee and bowed like any good servant should. With a total carelessness she pulled her own dress, bra, and underwear off and tossed them to the floor before ordering Ryan to pick them up. He did as told and of course folded and handled her clothes with much greater care than his own. Placing it neatly on one of the nearby counters rather than on the floor in the corner.

"You know, I think you may be right but I need to make sure. How about I try to find out how much I really want to use you as my little fucktoy by trying it shall we? Here, this is your paradise now. This is your heaven. It is your favorite food and all you need to worry about. Please me and maybe I will consider what you say." With that the dean moved in front of Ryan's face before grabbing the back of his head and pushing his mouth up against her hole.

Ryan didn't need to be told what to do next as he began licking and lapping to the best of his ability and making the woman moan and grasp a handful of his hair from the sudden rush of pleasure running through her pussy. Ryan did his best to tease and stroke every part of the pussy in front of him while making a deliberate effort to avoid the clitoris. He wanted the woman to have plenty of time to enjoy the power and control and to take the time to soak the role in. She stood above him taking command, dominating and controlling one of the students at her school. Making him lap at her pussy like a dog. Like she was his owner. And she loved it. The taboo of a dean fucking one of her charges stopped being a bad thing. Sure it was taboo but that just made it hotter. She soon abandoned all doubt about her position as a sexual queen and that was when Ryan went for her clitoris. He attacked it with a frenzy and it wasn't long before the teacher began to cum on his face. She began to lose her balance so Ryan reached out with his hands, grabbed her ass and cushioned her descent. But at no point did he allow his mouth leave her cooch. After she came he kept doing what he had been to. He got her off twice more and that's when she told him to stop. And when she needed a break, felt spent, and satisfied in a way she never knew possible, Ryan took a knee at her feet and thanked her for the privilege of servicing her which caused her to start getting turned on all over again.

Once again, despite having had sex with two others already this morning until they passed out, it was Ryan that outlasted Dean Power. She decided it would be fun and a worthwhile endeavor to go to the offices of her employees that the Dean thought might be subject to the worst forms of repression and fuck in them. The marathon ended with Dean Powers hunched over into a awkward position as Ryan stood behind her pummeling his dick deep into her asshole, filling it with his jizz. As they went from room to room the Dean not only talked about what a secret pervert the person in this office probably is but also trying to guess their perversions. One office belonged to the oldest man in the facility and while Dean Powers climbed on top of Ryan and began taking him into her pussy, she started talking about the guy probably being into feet. In one room the Dean made Ryan sit on the chair while she stroked his dick with her breasts and went on about how the middle aged woman in this room was probably a cuck that wanted to watch her husband fuck all the college girls on campus in front of her. The last room belonged to the dean's personal assistant and she was sure that the bitch secretly craved to be a stereotypical bimbo slut.

"Huge ass, inflated fake tits, puffy lips, a cunt that's always full and brain that couldn't carry an intelligent conversation if it had handles on it." She still saw Ryan as an inferior but not to the same degree she did when they met this morning. He was like a second in command. Her number two. He would be able to help all these sluts and studs realize who they are so they can help the students out too. And parent-teacher meetings would also be useful since so many of the student's inability to realize their kinks was partially because of the walking failures that her unfortunate students called mom and dad. Once she admitted defeat to Ryan's dick the dean wrote down her personal phone number and said to call sometime tomorrow. They needed to figure out how to move forward.

Ryan completely agreed and gave his mistress a polite bow before returning to the main entrance to get dressed. Once again though he felt like it was appropriate to leave some of his succubus-fucked clothing behind. Jumping up on the counter by the main entrance he reached up and slightly lifted up one of the tiles of the drop ceiling above before tossing in both of his socks. It was four o'clock so after draining the office's water cooler a bit in an attempt to replenish himself a little bit, he walked in the general direction of home but in a manner that once again was indirect and he felt he was more being pulled in a nearby direction.