Her academy days

Thinking about that sea of images and feelings provoked by those memories, Naruko's mind began to converge on her academy years.

"ah~" in the present, the blonde let out a pathetic moan when she thought of that stern teacher. That harsh tone with which he scolded her when she did something wrong or when it was just the two of them alone. Her pink nipples on her tits hardened and her body shuddered when she remembered that pair of hard, cold eyes would stalk her from a distance, whether it was when he was making her solve a problem on the blackboard or when he was watching her from afar for some reason. It was as if at every moment he was judging her, checking that she wasn't a bad girl as she was always being told. Her heart thundered loudly as she remembered those afternoons after school when she would get in trouble and earn a punishment. Like the time she got into a fight with some boys, they all got caught but she was the one getting a private punishment because no teacher wanted to deal with her.

Except Mizuki-sensei.

When he had to punish her for doing something wrong, he always opted to make her stand facing a wall or lying her upper body on some table, letting her (at the time) small butt face him so he could spank her with a wooden ruler.

That thing hurt when he spanked her, plus it made sitting uncomfortable. At that time she used to protest not to receive those spankings, but that firm will she would have held against other teachers, ended up being useless when a firm order from Mizuki together with a hard look shut her up and made her shrink back muttering a "...ha-hai" to then receive her punishment. Leaving her with a stinging pain in her bottom and an amused tingle in her belly area.

Naruko in the past, hated those experiences that made her feel so humiliated and weak, reproaching herself and telling herself that the only reason Mizuki got away with it is because she liked him.

With the graduation, Naruko at first felt happy to no longer have to deal with Mizuki, but soon after she started to think about him, feeling strange not being able to see him anymore. It was such a situation that in the first months outside the academy, in the moments of the day when the blonde used to be punished alone with her sensei, she usually was sitting in her kitchen, with her body lying on her table and bored, as if she was waiting for something to happen.

It was only with the passage of time, the missions, the chunnin exams, the search for Tsunade, Sasuke's failed recovery and her departure from the village, and all the experiences she had that the Uzumaki girl's mind was able to bury the memories of her time at the academy.

"ah~.... ah~...ah~" but now, the adult Uzumaki was digging up those memories, reliving them and using her imagination to alter them.

In her mind, that prepubescent appearance she had at that time was exchanged for the grown up and physically more developed one of now.

When she remembered being reprimanded, even with her adult image, Naruko was still shorter than her sensei and he kept looking down while talking to her with that hard tone that made her legs tremble.

When she relives those moments when she discovered him looking at her she would get excited and make careless movements that left her exposed for her sensei to enjoy her body freely. like when she would bend down without bending her knees and cause the short skirt she was wearing in those dreams to lift up and allow Mitsuki to see that fat tanned ass along with tiny wet panties. Or when she would straighten her back so that her tits would look bigger when he looked at them.

Sometimes things went further and Naruko would see herself naked, with her arms behind her back and her sensei in front of her watching her, kneading her tits and ass. Examining and studying her body as if she were someone checking out an animal to make it his future pet or a farmer who was buying cattle. In those fantasies Naruko was not only aroused but there were other beautiful girls there and Uzumaki was making an effort to try to look her best so that her beloved sensei would see her as a better quality product.

Naruko had orgasms imagining being chosen among so many girls.

In parallel, during the following days it became usual for Naruko to have to deal with cases of "wet panties" when she remembered her punishment days and then dreamed of reliving them.

The most typical image was him and her once again alone in a classroom after school like in the old days. She got in trouble again and had been assigned a punishment and in the same way as when she was a child and her sensei Mizuki was the one who would do it.

In that dream Naruko was only wearing her usual orange jacket that she wore at that time, with adult measurements but still showing much of her cleavage. Wearing orange underwear with black touches, the sexiest outfit she had and that she was saving to use the day she had a boyfriend. But apart from that she was not wearing anything. She had no shirt under her jacket, and her long and tanned legs were completely naked and she wasn't even wearing sandals so she was also barefoot.

The blonde's body remembered the sensations and pain of the times she was spanked as a child, so her posture and body language showed her nervous, shy and even fearful of being almost unclothed once again in front of her former teacher. But her mind and heart knew what they wanted, so that's why her breathing was agitated and heavy, her pulse was racing, her body was heating up to the point of blushing, her thighs kept rubbing against each other to calm excitement and her face showed an expression of mixed excitement, lust and happiness that kept looking at her first love and that piece he was holding in his hand.

Mizuki would give her an order and obediently she would comply, turning her back to face the wall and resting her hands on it. Or in others by lying her upper body on a table with her hands behind her back and her legs straight out in a V. Either way either position, in both cases Naruko would be presenting her fat bubble butt that swallowed the fabric of her panties between her smooth tanned cheeks to a man so she could be spanked. biting a lip in an attempt to keep herself calm.

There were times when he would get close, he would take his hand to the flesh of her bottom and knead it to test its consistency in the same way one would a sweet mochi. perhaps just to find out how much she grew in some things and how little she changed in others.

after that, Naruko imagined him using his ruler to give her a loud, resounding smack on her butt, making her cheeks quiver and jiggle like jelly, her squealing as she apologized for whatever she did, flinching from the impact but showing no resistance and gaining a mark from that smack on her butt that won't go away any time soon.

In that scenario Mizuki spanks her again and again and again. without having the slightest mercy and her the slightest defense. the lascivious smack on her cheeks echoed in the room and flooded the ears of the blonde, who enjoyed that particular slapping sound that was accompanied by her own squeals and moans as if it was music.

In the real world, on the nights that the blonde dreamed of being spanked, she used to lie on her stomach while touching herself, as if that mattress she masturbated on that covered her vision was that wall or that table where she had to be still while her beloved Mizuki-sensei made her ass cheeks red as apples. As if it was a small detail that allowed her to immerse herself even more in that scenario, feeling it more real than it should be a delirium.

*gasp* *gasp* *gasp* *gasp* "...sorry sensei.." sometimes even she's so deep in fantasy, she would apologize out loud instead of just in her dreams. "...I’m sorry sensei...I’m sorry sensei...I’m sorry sensei..." that way the heroine of the fourth great ninja war and first candidate for seventh Hokage would moan and apologize in a broken and pathetic voice while dreaming of her former teacher who bullied her, despised her and was much weaker than her whipping her ass.

Naruko keeps that vision in her brain until she orgasm, staining her sheets in real life and staining the classroom floor in her fantasy after falling to her knees with no strength in her legs. But thanks to her much energy and Uzumaki vitality, she soon wanted another round. Which made the Mizuki of her dreams decide to give her another punishment for staining the entire classroom floor with the juices of her orgasm, urine or perhaps both.

and as such, the real Uzumaki would calm down to seek orgasm again, while the Uzumaki of her fantasy would get up, get into position and prepare to receive another spanking session.

Naruko had sleepless nights where she did nothing but think about those times.

And on the last night, Naruko unearthed the deepest memory she had with her sensei.