She thought wrong

After nearly a week of Alison's teasing I am hardly in the mood to be a teenage girl's crush. Some other time perhaps, but this is my fantasy - not hers.

“Don't move.” My command is sharp and very firm, and I see the innocent blonde tremble even before she knows what I have in mind for her. In the bottom draw of the dresser in my bedroom are a set of velcro restraints that I bought years ago when my wife and I were still in our adventurous stage. The black bands wrap tightly around wrists and ankles and have elastic cords with hooks that can be fastened to almost any bed. I see my shy student try to figure out what I have in my hands, but bundled up like they are I doubt she has any idea.

“Come with me, young lady.” I direct her up the stairs to her room. “Get on the bed and spread your arms and legs.” When I see Alison hesitate nervously, I bark at her like a drill sergeant. “Now, Miss Miller!” With a whimper Alison does as I command, shyly spreading her arms and legs open until she looks like a virgin sacrifice stretched out on a alter of white cotton.

The restraints fasten just as easily as I remember. In almost no time at all Alison is stretched spread-eagle on the bed completely naked and helpless as I tighten the last elastic cord.

“Please, Sir.” I watch with satisfaction as she pulls on the cords tentatively. “I can't move.” As she realizes just how **** she is her doe eyes lift to meet mine. “I don't think I want to do this; I want to go home, Mr. Patterson.”

“It's a little late for that Miss Miller.” I chuckle almost gleefully. “If you're lucky I'll let you go home tonight before your parents start worrying.” I run my fingers up the inside of her thigh from her knee all the way to the soft flesh of her hip. She whimpers softly, but her pelvis rocks in excitement and the smell of her arousal is impossible to miss. “On the other hand, I may just keep you locked up as my personal toy until I finally tire of your tight young pussy.”

“I'm not on the pill, Mr. Patterson.” Alison tries one last plea to save herself, “I can't get pregnant ...”