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Tac and Harness Inc.

Ahh my first Formspring question!
Anonymous wrote :I love stories in which girls are treated like milk cows. Do you have any such stories?

Well Anon as it turns out I did co-write a story like that. It took a few days for the other author to get back with me and alow me to shae it here.

This story came from an e-mail based role play session. The point of view moves back and forth between the two characters as the story unfolds.

Enjoy!

You are the director of marketing research and advertising for Tac and Harness Incorporated.

It is a complant that designs, builds, and sells all manner of horse gear and related paraphernalia. Everything form saddles and spurs, bits and bridles, horse shoes and riding crops and switches to hormonal supplements, feed, and vaccinations.

Every part of a horse's life is covered by the company, regardless of if its a race horse, riding horse, or work horse.

Your job is to see what kind of products there is a demand for, produce them, and advertise them. You have teams designated for each task.

You have a plush corner office in your high rise office building and direct access to a special display and product testing room of your own design. Today your schedule is less bussy then normal. There are three things that you should get to.

1) Find a new model for advertising purposes. Both a horse and rider, or a horse and walker, need to be found.

2) There have ben some requests from ... outside the normal demand for horsing equipment. Apparently this stuff could be used for immoral purposes. gasp. Is it true. research may be needed.

3) You have full access to the security cameras in your sector through your office monitors. You can also view anything going on any or the computers in your sector. Apparently one of your two secretaries has ben playing solitaire on the computer. She has already done her work for the day, but your sure she can find a more constructive use for her time. Upon closer observation she appears to have food hidden in her desk and may not be in compliance with te office dress codes.

What do you do? Wich direction do you go?

..................

I come from my office and approach you about these concerns...

"Jenny we need to talk about a few things." I said with a stern tone.

I noticed you're wearing a black little dress and some 8in heels. Its low cut on the top and snug against your firm breast.....cut short showing off your sexy legs..

"I noticed you've been slacking off and playing solitary and eating at your work station. Also your dress attire is a little risky for this work environment." Trying not to stare at your rack.....my cock is starting to get hard.

You start stuttering in shock trying to think of something to say...."Jenny....maybe you should just work late tonight and help me get some research done."

I inform you what I need done and tell you to come up with something by 5:30 and be in my office by then....

"Now get to work Jenny"....

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The remaining three hours of the company work day goes very quickly. YOu are doing your own research on how your companies equipment may be misused. There are a LOT of websites out there that cater to that kind of bondage and sites that use women as slaves wearing horse gear. There are even sites about women being misused by horses and other things. Oh the scandal! You are glad that your company isnt tied in directly with any of them, although you did e-mail a few sites about removing identifying logos from your company before your equipment is used to objectify women.

You watch the security cameras and the computer feed. I do appear to be working hard. Doing research, checking websites, contacting models... You do notice two possible discrepancies. After looking at a pornographic web site related to the research for a while I took an extended bathroom break for nearly half an hour and came back to my work station flushed. The second discrepancy involves me taking a lollipop out of my desk for my enjoyment about a half hour before closing. It looks like I finished it quickly, and tried to hide it from the cameras.

At 5:28 I knock on your office door.

"Come in Miss White". I enter and stand somewhat uncomfortably in your large dark office.

"Sir I did research on the two areas you specified. First of all three of our magazines need spreads developed for next month. Filly in Show needs a young mare and a Colt in full harness moving at a canter, both with an without rider.

Show horse wants a demonstration of how some equipment should be applied to a mare.

And Workhorse Quarterly wants a comparison of wich supplements, enzymes and hormones can increase milk production and fertility rates in horses. They also want practical demonstrations for each.

I have already arranged a listing for both possible mares and colts and tried to contact the usual models, but have not received any return calls yet.

The other research You had me do produced a list of websites that may misuses our equipment. I contacted our lawyer staff and they tell me that it may be possible to sue them under the concept of product defamation if our equipment is misused.

Oh and sir.. about the OTHER thing you taked to me about. It wont happen again".

You listen to my phenomenal research, rub your chin and think about what direction to proceed....

....................

"Hmmmmmm well I'm glad you were able to get this information together for me. There still seems to be a few issues that need to be addressed and research needs to be done." I said with a concerned tone..

I pulled out some horse whips.....ranging from old style to new style. Then some leather straps.....some spurs...

"Miss White how familiar are you with these items? Have you ever used them or understand what their purpose are?" As I get out of my chair....

I pick up one with the multiple strands and walk to the door and lock it.

"I also noticed your long extended bathroom break after some in-depth research..and the sucker you had at the desk...." I slam the whip on the desk...

..............

My eyes are suddenly huge as you lock the door. When you slam the whip down on the desk I jump and yelp slightly.

I raise my hands defensively and take a half stap away.... fear getting the better of me.

"Sir I have always ben a model employee and one o your most productive employees. Why... why take this stance with me? I admit the lollipop was against the rules, but its better then a trip to the coffee machine every half hour like some"....

　

My voice trails off. Something about the way you are flexing the cat in your hands has me very intimidated. You notice that my tight black shirt has developed two very apparent nubs despite the bra underneath.

You reach over to your controls and flip a switch. My own voice comes over the intercom loudly with the tale tell echo often associated with the bathroom. A wet rhythmatic sound accompanying it.

"MMmm ohh yeah thats good. That would be so hot.. to be forced naked into a stall and Milked by a hard inhuman machine like that. In public... To have the pressure... the sucking... and watching my milk spurt... OOOhhhhh...yesss.. and to have it done by him.... oh boss"...

"My records indicate that you were on a website dedicated to human cattle and horses before then. Anything you want to tell me Ms White".

"Ummm no boss".

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"Then how do you explain this? Do you know how unprofessional and dirty this is?" I said sternly

I slide the whip across your shoulders....I notice you start to shiver. Its starting to turn me on. My wife hasn't been putting out and been very frustrated lately and need some release....but need to make an example of this insubordinate.

"Miss White I'm tired of hearing excuses...and I believe its time an example is made. If you want to be be treated like an animal maybe Ill do just that. GET ON THE FLOOR ON ALL FOURS NOW!!!!" I command.

.............

I am overwhelmed, professionally I have always idolized you. I worked so hard to impress you. And now you take my dirty secret and show it to me. You rightly tell me that I can not do these things at work without penalty. Scared and excited I whisper...

"Yes... yes your right. I broke the rules. I must be punished. Your the boss and you make the rules....

I... I.... need new rules to follow so that I stay your best employee.....

Please dont fire me. You know I will work hard..... under..... you".

I get down on my hands and knees, crossing my ankles out of humiliated modesty. I am glad I am fully clothed. That my boss cant see the shame of what he does to me. I... dont know if I will stay that way... If he is going to treat me as an animal, does that mean he is going to give me the production shots too? Im my minds eye I can see the big needles going deeply into my tits and them swelling tight and firm up two whole cup sizes as they scream to be milked ... like an animal.

............

"Mmmmmmm....lets see. Well like any animal we got to check you over....see what quality of best you are." I said with a grin

I straddle you from behind...grab your ears...pull your hair.... rip down your dress grab and grope your breast..feel between your legs...

"Oh what's this? No undies....your just a best for breeding are you?"...

I continue down your legs and notice you shaking and how firm and tone your ass is. I take my whip and snack your ass.

"Well my breeding stock needs her milk sacks need to be full"....I bring out a long needle to inject your breast with production hormones. You also see a milking machine behind me.

"Now this might sting a little"....as I laughed

...........

With a commanding and relaxed presence my boss takes control of me. In a matter of minutes he looks me over, pulls my hair and slaps my ass with the whip. He strips me naked and rubs over my C cup breasts and my trimmed wet pussy. The way he grabbed and cupped his hand over my weeping sex made me tremble. And then he squeezed gently.

I gasped at the touch. And nor he is bringing out the fearful instrument of my earlier lusts. These production chemicals are designed for animal that weigh seven hundred pounds. No telling what they do on a human woman of only 122 pounds.

My eyes widen as I stare at the green liquid in the syringe. The syringe itself is terrifying. Square headed needle of four inches long. Horrible. Why does my pussy spasm at the though of it? I cant help but shake slightly as yo bring it near me.

"Sir, please, do you know what your doing? That stuff can be dangerous"!

You smile and set the needle down on the table before thoughtfully picking up the instruction pamphlet and smacking me across the face. I land on my side and when he tells me to get up I obey instantly. He looks at the manual...

<Hormonal extract c12.

Dose, 2 injections, one per mammary. Inject directly and deeply into the milk ducts.

Indications. Causes temporary increased milk production and increased sexual response in bovines and equines. In smaller animals product will cause swelling and firming of the breasts, greatly increases milk production, increased sexual response, and increased egg production.

Possible side effects. Product has caused in some instances permanent increase in milk production, mammary size and sexual response. Other possible side effects include reduced intelligence, hyper sensitivity to touch and dry mouth.

Indications and side effect chance increases dramatically with additional doses. DO NOT use with alcohol. >

YOu read the instructions and say,

"Dont worry Jenny, you will be fine. This might be jest what you need around here". You smirk as you speak. It makes me more nervous.

"Now on your knees, spread your legs, put your hands behind your head and thrust those at me. Very nice".

He feels up my breasts as he brings the needle closer.

"Lets see where wore we, oh yes. This wont sting a bit. Ha ha ha".

With a sudden plunge he pushes the excruciatingly painful needle deep into my right breast STRAIGHT UP THROUGH MY NIPPLE. I scream, the sound echoing through the room. But I barely manage to keep still. You leave it in me and grab another needle from the leather pouch. I note with dread there are at least half a dozen needles more. YOu slowly drive this needle into my left breast, twisting as yo go. I howl like a madwoman and nearly lose it. Again the needle is still in me. You pat my head and say 'good girl' even as my mind begins to fog slightly. Everything begins to feel very very warm. My tits start to tighten n and swell. The increased pressure is bearing down in part on the needles within my tits and begins to throb.

.................

"Oh Jenny......look at your breast firm up..Lets inject it in and see what happens" I laugh....

You moan and scream and reach for the needle...

"Nooooo!!!!!!" You cry out...

I grab your hands before you can stop me. I reach for my desk and bran some leather bindings and tie your hands....very tightly behind your back. I grab my whip and strike your back.....

I grab your hair and pull your head back.."If you try to stop me again you cow I will whip you till you pass out..." in a very angry tone....

I noticed how your arched your back when I whipped you...your breast are starting to swell up....

"Lets finish injecting those perky tits.....its a three part injection.....so this will be fun. " with an ever tone

I finish injecting the first needs.....and Yank them you as you scream and tears come down your face....your nipples start to leak. So I get the other needles and jam them back down your nipples....

"Is this what you were expecting from your little porn site? I got to say its turning me on.....I notice that tight little pussy is getting wet. Ok.....last set of needles....hope you're ready for what's next cause I know I am....been wanting to tech you a lesson for awhile...."

..........

I struggle weekly, my enlarging tits bouncing from side to side as I work my shoulders.

You see my eyes roll back in my head and my face becomes flushed pink, mouth hanging open as I moan. You enjoy the sight of me but are amazed by the speed of the injections. My tits are already ballooning out and becoming dark pink. You squeeze them and are surprised to feel them hard and tight.

You smack one and it slams across my chest like a ball connected to me by a tether. I fall over as you laugh. Yo pull me back to my knees and ask..

"Earth to Jenny, is it what you expected? Do you like having monster tits? I notice that there are drops of hungry girl juice dripping from your mound... Tell me what your thinking".

"Ummm hurts, bobbies hurt and... all of me feel so... nummy... giggle.... mmmmm... I always like boss... boss big and manly and prof... prof... good at work.... ad soooo yummy and"... I look down at your crotch , my pupils completely dilated as I look at the front of your pants.

"Hard"? I ask hopefully.

My tits are getting HUGE by now. Swollen purple they are the size of basketballs! Little droplets of milk ooze from my now thumb sized nipples!

'Holy shit' you think to yourself.

.........

I pull out my cock and your loom at it.with amazement. I rub it across your lactating nipples and your warm milk feels so good...with a little squeeze it shoots out all over it. I grab ahold of your hair.....

"I think you need to taste your milk Jenny" as I force you down on my cock..

You suck on my cock like a pro....slurping...licking...and suction like a vacuum. I move your head up and down my shaft and you seem like you can't get enough of it. I force it down your throat to the point you choke. I pull you off and slap you across the face....

"You can only have it if your can take it Jenny....now suck that fucking cock right you slut" as I pick you back up by your hair.

I shove it back down your throat and you look up at me with tears as you're trying not to gag.

"Mmmmmm that's better....now its time to milk my cow whore...." I said with a smile.

I bend you over a small desk....take some rope and tie it to your bindings around your wrists to a beam in the ceiling....with you slightly elevated your engorged breast or in the perfect position to hook up the milking machine......

.............

　

I giggle as Im hoisted up into the air slightly.

"OOooooooo.. LOOKIE"! I seem amazed by my own breasts and the way they wobble back and forth as I swing in the rope harness. You are enjoying the hell out of seeing your conservative highly intelligent secretary with her c cup sized breasts become this horny airhead bimbo with g cup slammers. YOu watch a light drizzle of pussy juice drip from my very tight looking snatch as I swing. YOu stop me by grabbing my hair and smacking my ass hard.

"Owwie"!

"Stay still"! You try and keep from laughing.

You begin to prepare my enormous tits for suction. YO begin to rub them over with lotion to relax the stretched skin and nd avoid stretch marks, but mostly tp get a good suction so that you can really work them over.

You take each hard nipple in your hand. An inch around and nearly three long they are dark purple wonders. YOu lick one for an instant before biting down on it. I squeal with joy and then you turn on the milking machine. YOu have a know that varies the suction for 1 to 10 and a knob that varies the 'sucking' pressure regulator from 0 to 10. You notice there are four hoses.

'Of course, you think. This thing is designed to work over cows'. You laugh to yourself as you connect a hose to each nipple. Instantly the nipple is pulled deeply in toward the center of the suction cup.

"OOoo yeah... Suck Jenny. Jenny likes sucky". I lick my lips and close my eyes in rapture.

............

As soon as I hook them up your nipples squirt out milk. You moan in pleasure as I start off on the low setting. I turn it up half way....your eyes are getting bigger as the pleasure turns to pain.....

"Mmmmm look that that matching work you tits Jenny....." as they are turning purple where the cups attached.

You giggle and start breathing heavy....I think you're about to cum. Right as I realized what was happening you lift up your head and scream......."Yessssssss!!!!" As your body shakes. Your pussy is dripping all over the desk.....

"OH MY JENNY.....hasn't your husband been making you cum?" As I laugh.....

"Well I can't let that nice pussy go to waste...." as I walk behind you...

You're not really all there at the moment...between the injections and cumming all over.....I spread you legs with little resistance...slide my finger between your pussy lips.....nice and wet.......

............

Hesitating only a moment you align your hard cock up with my dripping wet peach before you thrust firmly, deeply into me.

"Wheee"! I yelp in joy at the sudden welcome intrusion. The silken tightness is instantly milking you deeply within me. Its incredible. As you pull all the way back and drive forward all the way to the balls with each thrust you are sure that this is one of the best pussies you have ever had. With every forward thrust more juice is driven from me over the top of the desk. My orgasm rolls on and on until you are not sure if its the same one that started. You keep fucking.

"Yeah... teach ... me"!.....

..............

I grab the flog of the deck and whip your ass with every thrust. My balls smacking against you as your juices drip off my sack.

"I can't wait for your husband to see your over engorged breast...and your juices leaking down your legs." as I laughed.

Since you're enjoying this so much I go to the controls and Max out the milking machine....it pulls on your breasts so hard and the milk is rolling out. You scream in pain but then laugh.....

"Mmmmmm milk my tities" you scream

I shove my cock in your mouth and make you clean off your juices off my throbbing cock. You feel the veins in my shaft throb as you suck on it.

"Look up at your boss when you suck his cock you little slut".....

...................

"gag.. he he he..choke cough.. ahhhh... Hubby?.. Markus not like big boobies... cough! so much. ... He likes natura.. natur... little boobies! Yay.. cough-sput... boobies! HE doesnt even.. want Jenny to shave but I .... cough GAG! do anyway so I can feel... SEXY FEEL!! choke... suck sucks suck"....

"Really Ms White? Well dont worry there will always be a place around here... somewhere.. for you and your permanent... ohhh giant .... tits .... and dumb as shit... SLUT.... AGGHHHHH!!!!.... body... Oh thats nice. Yeah let me paint your pretty little face. Hmm Its not every whore that would take ashot in her eyes and not close it".

"Giggle... I LIKE CUMMIES"!

You look at my horribly distended nipples as the suction cups dig into my breasts a bit. The suction is unreal. Spurt arter spurt os milk is being pulled forth. SOmehow my body has produced six or seve cups of the stuff with no sign of slowing down. If anything production increased with the whipping and sex. Its likely sexual stimulation increases the hormones that produce the milk. You leave the pressure on maximum and ratchet up the rhythm half way. You can visibly see the niples retract and get pulled back in the tube with every suck. I put my fingers in my hair and muss them. Cumming even more then before. A tiny constant stream of juice lost from my steaming tight cunt.

YOu decide to take some pictures of this cum covered slut. I begin to notice after several flashes and start posing for them while giggling. Your cock is growing hard again. I take direction very well. Perhaps these may even make it into one of those magazines you need to fill. We are certainly testing the hormones and equipment.

.............

You're such a sexy slut....who would think just hours ago you were just a quiet little secretary....

"Mmmmm you look so good covered in my cum......I bet your pussy would look better with my cum ooozzzzing out of it" as I take another pic...

I get behind you and take pics with my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your ass is cut up and red from being whipped so much. Your so out of it you can tell how bad it must hurt. You're gushing from your soft peach....I'm amazed how many times you have cummed.

I pull your head back as I grabbed your hair...."I'm going to cum in you...then grab the super glue from my desk and seal all my cum in you...."

..............

"Ohhh baby... jenny likes ... awwwyeahhhh.... coooo... HUH? whats stuper glue"?

You laugh as you slam into me harder. Its amazing. The muscular action never slows down or seems to stretch mutch.

You smack my ass hard several times in pace with the sucking form the milking machine. Finally the milk flow is beginning to slow and, while my breast have not shrunk mutch, they are no longer purple except where the machine is bruising them They also seem to sag more. Looking over at the gage you see its at an astonishing twelve and a half cups of milk!

With one final lunge you reach up and squeeze my large wobbly breasts HARD and fill me with your cum. I scream in unison and drop to my knees. As I fall away you quickly toss me onto the desk on my back. You grab the large tube of super glue and shove the tip into my soppy tight joy box. I moan as the cool jell invades my entrance. try and rub my pussy and you grab my hand.

"Give it a minute". You grin as I put looking up at you with a sweaty brow. My eyes are large, pupils dilated and my lips quiver.

"Pleaaase can I touch her... she needs me....".

You shake your head and hands me some latex gloves.

"Use these, and here is sone more 'lubricant for you'.

I put on the gloves and you squirt a dollop of super glue in my hand.

You increase the rhythm of the milking machine to a mad pace as I gasp and roll onto my back.

You take pictures of me rubbing my throbbing pussy with my sticky gloved hands, tracing along the cups still milking me, and licking my pussy juice coated fingers.

"MMMMmmmmm... hmm'????

...........

"Do you feel that hot cum deep inside you slut?" As your pussy starts to seal up.

You start to cum but your pussy is already glued shut...you feel the fluids build up but you don't want to stop. Your breast are swollen and sucked dry. I take some of your milk and pour you a glass....

" drink up some milk and see how you taste"....with a smile.

I take pictures as you drink the whole glass while spilling a little on you.

You smile and ask "now what boss man.."

"Well I think its time for me to go" as I unhook the machine from your sore breast....but instead of untying you I get more needles with a higher dose.

"What are you doing" you ask in fear

I injected you for a second time.....

"You need to do more testing my dear..."as I hook the machine back up. "You have a lovely night"...I turn the lights off, grab the milk for my cereal in the morning, and walk out with the sound of you moaning and screaming.

Fun stuff I found on the net.

Good thging she isnt 15 years older or who knows what would happen next.

 Completely missing the point...   in the best possible way!

 GOOD TO KNOW!!   Bwa ha ha ha haaaa!!!

 Pussy control...

 In case you wnat to know how you stack up. (or your guy stacks up).

 Hsssttt....  MrrOWErrrrr....   BRAINS!...   purrr purrr

Look in your mirror.

A friend of mine is going through a bit of an identity crisis. The problem is that this person identifies so stronly with his online persona, and has so little ofline reinforcement of who he really is, that he has lost his way. So I researched some meaningful quotes about identity for him to read. I hope this helps.

Young people, who are still uncertain of their identity, often try on a succession of masks in the hope of finding the one which suits them the one, in fact, which is not a mask.

Wystan Hugh Auden

Your identity and your success go hand in hand. Many people sacrifice their identities by not doing what they really want to do. And that's why they're not successful.

Lila Swell

An identity would seem to be arrived at by the way in which the person faces and uses his experience.

James Baldwin

I believe that man is in the last resort so free a being that his right to be what he believes himself to be cannot be contested.

Georg C. Lichtenberg

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.

Epictetus

By writing I create an identity for myself. Without it I wouldn't feel being anybody, thus a personality. - It's not as much a question of self-expression as a need of finding yourself.

Pentti Saarikoski

“Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.”
― Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”
― William Shakespeare

“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself.”
― Harvey Fierstein

“It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who’s broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don’t know where we come from … we don’t know where we are. ”
― Laurie Anderson

“Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.”
― Brennan Manning, Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate BelongingExpanded Edition: New Preface and Discussion Guide by the Author

tags: beloved, faith, god, identity, love, self

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Jenny at School

 While I was not capping one of the things I did to entertain myself was to co-create erotic stories by e-mail. (I would write a section then the other aurthor would, and back and forth and so on). Some were never finished. Some were. Some I have permission to repost here. Some I dont. (Obviously I will only be sharing the ones I have permision to. And even so the other persons name has ben changed).
 This is one of the first stories I wrote like this.  I find it more interesting and chalenging for me to write from a female perspective. (I like women, and writing from the male perspective is...  boring to me). And yes, the other Author knew I was doing this. In this story I went by the name of Jenny White.
 Each section is seperated by ten little dots as the perspective changes.   (..........).  This one is 3,901 words.  Enjoy the story and as alwayse commenst are apreciated.

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 You are a young school girl who's cheated on an exam. I'm the teacher who caught you cheating, and have kept you after school to teach you a lesson. You're wearing typical Catholic school girl garb -short plaid skirt, knee high white stockings, black Mary janes, and a white button down oxford. Your shirt is open enough so that I can see your lacy white bra, and as you sit at your desk and cross your legs I can see your matching thong. Your hair is in pigtails - completing your girlish look.

 I'm wearing a knee-length pencil skirt and black button down blouse. My brunette hair is up in a tight bun, and my horn-rimmed glasses sit low on my nose. Black thigh highs and patent leather pumps complete my outfit. I've gotten out the yard stick - you know punishment for your transgressions is inevitable.

..........

 You are sitting behind your desk, patiently waiting.  I was ordered to stay after class and sit nervously as the last of the students leave. I try to start up a conversation with Mandy, the friend I was caught looking at her test. "Mandy so do you have anything going on later? Maybe we can get a bunch together and go see a movie? I'm"...

 Mandy interrupts me. "Jenny I think you may be busy tonight.  Maybe some other time.  And"...   she glances in your direction..  "Do not cheat off of me anymore. I don’t want to get in trouble simply because you would rather see your girlfriend then study".

 Mandy leaves and the classroom is completely quiet for long moments. The only sound is the ticking of the clock. The last sounds from the hallway fade away and you walk over to close and lock the classroom door. With a deafening click I’m trapped. My hands nervously play with the hem of my skirt.

 "Get up".  I look behind me at you, flexing the yard stick in your hand.  Nervously, I rise.

……….

 You rise slowly from your chair and stand beside your desk, still fiddling with the hem of your skirt. I study you pensively, eyeing your figure up and down carefully. My cool gaze is unsettling to you - you're not sure what I'm thinking, but you know it can't be good.

  "You disappoint me, Jenny. I can't say I'm surprised though. This * is*, after all, your third offense," I say quietly.

 "Ms. Harder I'm sorry, I just didn't get a chance to study! I swear it won't happen again! I-"

 I cut off your sentence by suddenly striking your desk with my yardstick. Its sharp tone makes you jump in your place.

 "I really don't want to hear your excuses, young lady. Besides, we both know you prefer screwing around with your little trollup girlfriend over focusing on your education," I hiss.

  You swallow the ball of nerves in your throat - you didn't think I’d heard your conversation with Mandy. You try to appealing to my inner Samaritan - if I have one, that is.

 "Please, Ms.. Harder, let me make it up to you. I'll stay after every day, I'll do extra credit! I'll do anything!"

  My lips curl up in a devilish smile. "You will indeed, Jenny."  I turn and walk over by my desk, then stand next to it. I beckon you to me with one finger, and you slowly approach the front of the room.

  "Bend over the desk, Jenny. Put your palms flat on its surface, and spread your legs about a foot apart."

  You reluctantly do as you're told, and within seconds you're in a very compromising and vulnerable position. I lift your skirt up over your hips, revealing your lacy white thong. I rub your ass gently with my fingers, sending chills down your spine.

  "Such a nice little ass - it's a shame I have to beat it." I draw back the yardstick, readying for the impending blow.

……….

 I shiver at your words and wait for the impending blow. You hear me suck in my air.  You wait for long moments enjoying the view and the delicious feeling of power over me.

 Then you strike once. >thrwack<! "Gasp"! My mouth hangs open in shock. How could something so lite sting so much?

 Again you strike. The red line left by the yard sticks half an inch below the last strike. Perfectly parallel. I shiver on the desk. My hand comes up and I bite down on my finger. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of my scream. This is fine with you. It’s a challenge. And you like this kind of challenge.

 "Jenny this is only happening because you disappointed me" >thwack<!  "And because you cheated". >Whap<! "Don’t think for one moment that I am" thwack<! "Enjoying" >whipp< "any" >thick< "of this"! >whip thwach whap<

 Your words are punctuated by little yelps from me and the high sound of the evil yard stick across my upturned flesh. You smile, enjoying every moment of my punishment. As you work the instrument down one buttock you reach the top of my thigh. The next angry red line traces the delicate curve of my lower fanny. >Thwip<

  "AHHH" I yell. "PLEASE MISS HARDER! Please, sob, let me go I will do anything. I will dust your erasers, I will clean the classroom, I will DO MY HOMEWORK"!  I begin to sob uncontrollably. You watch my backside jiggle slightly. You note that thus far you have only worked over one side of my rump.

……….

 "I haven't even started yet, Jenny," I laugh.  I tackle the other side of your rear, quickly and forcefully. I deal your ass blow after blow, hitting it with the yardstick without any mercy.  Your tears flow freely down your cheeks, and your cries echo throughout the empty classroom. You begin to wonder if I'm ever going to stop.

 Suddenly, I do stop. I lay the stick down on my desk and step directly behind you. You inhale sharply when you feel my cool hand on your ass. I begin rubbing it gently, attempting to soothe the bright red welts on your skin. "This could have all been avoided Jenny," I say softly.

 "I know Ms. Harder, I'm so sorry," you sniffle. "Please let me make it up to you. I'll do anything you want."

 "Anything, Jenny?"

 "Yes, Ma'am."

 I hook my fingers underneath your thong at your hips and slowly pull it down your legs. You turn your head, looking at me in shock.

 "Ms.Harder ?"

 "Shhh, Jenny. Be a good girl for once in your life and *shut up.*"

……….

 "But"..  I whisper and am quickly cut off by a sharp smack to my right cheek.

 "I said be quiet trolop". You menace and I burry my tear streaked face in my hands. You look at me with great interest. The red lines on my pale behind perfectly and precisely laid out in little rows. You could hardly do better if you had measured them. The moist and puffy vaginal lips on display below, a faint clean scent accompanying it.  Perfectly hairless and flawless pussy. And one pink hand print on my right buttock.

  'I HAVE to even this out, you think to yourself'. You begin to smack each cheek in earnest, stopping only when the flesh is uniformly pink, inviting, and hot to the touch. You notice I shiver as you trace a well-manicured fingernail over my flesh. Somehow I kept silent like you demanded, except for quiet little shakes and sobs.

 "And what do you propose you do to make this up to me Little Miss"?  I stutter and stammer my response, a dam of emotion held half way in check for the last several minutes, suddenly set free.

  "PLEASE MS HARDER! I will do anything for you. I will be the perfect student. I will never cheat again I will"...

 I shudder as your hand rests on my  rear, gently stroking. Your thumb tapping on my pink bud between my cheeks.

tap.. tap.. tap..

  I whisper....  "I will kiss you and make it better.  I will..  say I’m sorry...  by kissing so sweetly...  down there"?

……….

 "A very good start, Jenny."

 You watch me, your eyes wide with fascination, as I hike up my skirt. I'm wearing a black garter belt under my skirt, along with a pair of black lacy panties and thigh high stockings. I pull my panties down and let them fall to the floor. I take a seat in my desk chair and pull my skirt up around my hips. My pussy is as smooth as yours.

 "Get down here Jenny. On your knees." You hesitate for a moment, still trying to wrap your head around what's happening. You fall to your knees on the floor in front of me. I spread my legs wide open, inviting you in. You can't help but stare at the juicy pink folds of my pussy.

 "Start apologizing, you little bitch." You lower your head between my thighs and slowly start licking my pussy, just barely running the tip of your tongue along my body.

 "You need to do better than that, Jenny." You lap at my pussy lips, becoming more and more aggressive as you go. I moan and sigh as your mouth finds my clit and you begin to suck on it.

"That's it. Suck it," I growl. I grab your hair and hold your head firmly against my groin. You slip your tongue deep into my vagina and rub your nose on my clit. I buck my hips against your face, desperate to meet your tongue's strokes. My breathing has become heavy - I'm slowly reaching climax.

 "Mmmm, yes, Jenny. That's a good girl.. Make me cum."

……….

 I'm pulled so forcefully against you. I can't breathe. I don’t think I care. What little breaths I do get through my nose are filled with your natural perfume. My head spins, intoxicated. I work my tongue as deep and fast within your flower as I can. You twist my hair in your fingers and begin to grind me into you. I look up at you with pleading eyes. I see your eyes behind those stern glasses, slightly fogged from the effort. Your perfectly painted lips curled up into a cruel snarl.

"I didn’t say you could look up at me. You haven’t earned that"!  Again I’m deeply into you. I’m not going to suffocate, I’m going to drown. For several long seconds you alternate between grinding little circles and slamming my face against your mound. I do everything I can to please you with my lips, with my tongue.

 Your grip grows even tighter, your thighs clamp down on either side of my head, you stiffen and christen me. You say something in your delight as the wave surges through you. I can’t hear it.

 After several years you loosen your grip enough for me to move and catch precious oxygen. I thank you. As best I can. I slide up slightly so my hot breath is against your button.

 I whisper "So sorry"...  I purse my tongue into a U and slip it over you. I begin to suck gently at first on your erect clit. As the sucking intensifies I swirl my  tongue jest a little and begin to hum around your most sensitive spot.

  I bring up my right hand where from where it has been busy on me and begin to gently push two fingers into you. You can feel a second climax approaching, larger than the last. You know you haven’t given me permission to actually touch you with my fingers, but it feels so good...

……….

 I rock my hips back and forth, sliding along your fingers. My vaginal walls tighten around your fingers as another orgasm rips throughout my body. My sweet cum starts to flow onto your lips and down your chin. I moan and writhe as my juices gush from my pussy.

  I suddenly grab your chin and pull your face to mine. I kiss your mouth hungrily, sucking my cum from your lips. My hand slides between your thighs and finds your soft mound. I start rubbing your clit with the tip of my middle finger - it's your turn to tremble and shiver.

  "Sit on the desk, Jenny. Now."  You obey and sit on the desk in front of me. You let out a little yelp as I rip open your shirt and send buttons flying to the floor. I grab a pair of scissors and cut your lacy white bra from your torso, revealing your milky white breasts. I begin kneading them in my hands, gently tugging and twisting your nipples as I do so. I push you back on the desk, forcing you to lie down. I wrap my lips around your left nipple and tease it with my tongue - I continue kneading your right tit in my left hand.

 "Ms. Harder," you whisper. My left hand is between your thighs again, my mouth still around your breast. I find your clit and rub it furiously, making you moan and shake beneath me.

……….

 I'm in shock. My prim and proper teacher. The symbol of what a woman should be, is furiously bringing me to a hot boil on her desk. I'm completely open to her as she kneads my tits. As she hungrily sucks my nipps, as she rubs my throbbing button.

 "Oh teacher!  OH MY GOD, MS HARDER"..  I gasp and writhe on her desk accidentally knocking her day planner to the floor.

  "OH my ...  my ....   YOU’RE MY FAVORITE TEACHER EVER. I will always do everything you want me to do forever! Make me say I’m sorry every day"!  And then I scream.

 "ELIZZZABEEEETTHHH”

  It echoes around the empty halls of the school. I small splash of me escapes and wets the side edge of the desk and your sleeve. You are clamped onto my sensitive nipple gently biting as you flick your tongue over its tip. I gasp. I raise my head and look at you dreamily.

 You look back. Your evil grin scares me a little even as it looks comical with your slightly mussed hair and crooked glasses.

……….

 "You're my little slut, aren't you Jenny?" You nod slowly, still in a fog from the mind-blowing orgasm you've just had. Your body is still quivering, your pussy dripping with your cum. You can't believe that your teacher just made you orgasm.

 I let my hair down and toss my glasses on the desk. You can tell I'm about to get down to brass tacks. My eyes narrow and my lips curl up in another devilish grin. 'What is she up to?' you wonder.

 You shriek as I grab you by the hips and turn you face down on the desk. I pull the remnants of your bra down off your shoulders and wrap them tightly around your wrists, binding your arms behind your back. I lift your skirt up and give your ass a sharp slap, reminding you just who's in charge here.

 "Keep your eyes forward, slut."

 "Yes, Ma'am."

 You listen curiously as I open one of the drawers in my desk. I rustle around, clearly looking for something. You hear me pull something out of the drawer and set it on the desk besides you. Your curiosity is driving you crazy - you're desperate to take just a peek. You see the object out of the corner of your eye. It's long, thick and the color of flesh. You have no idea what it is.

  You then hear me unzip my skirt, and can feel me grab the mystery object from the desk and fidget with it behind you. I walk around to the front of the desk and stand directly in front of you. Your mouth drops in shock as you finally get to see what I pulled from the desk. I'm sporting a strap on, roughly 8 inches long and 2 inches thick.

 "Well Jenny? It's not going to suck itself."

……….

 "But I have never..  I...  yes teacher”. I grab the edge of the desk and pull myself forward slightly. The head of the skin tone monster is brushing against my lips. I look up at you worriedly. I forget myself and stare at you for several seconds in awe. With your hair down and without your glasses it’s like a vision...

 "Now Jenny". Your tone is firm, your smirk is cruel, your eyes shine.  I close my eyes and open up. I try and swallow as much as I can... And promptly choke.  You laugh.

 "Little slut doesn’t know what to do with a cock? Don’t worry I will teach you." You start to tell me what to do. Lick the length. Kiss down the rubber balls and kiss them. You tell me if they were real I would have to suck each one into my whore mouth and hum while I suck, 'like you did with my clit'. I nod my head, taking better notes then I ever did in class.

 "Now back to the top. Lick around the head. Spend plenty of time on the spot directly underneath the crown. Now take me in. Suck and Bob your head.

  Yes that’s right. I will make sure you get plenty of practice at this. Get it wet. You don’t know where it is going".

  I wonder about that last statement as you pull it free with a pop. And then walk around the desk. I begin to look behind me. I need to know what you’re going to do.

 "I said eyes front"! You yell and smack my ass.  I look straight ahead. Grip the edge of the table. And hold my breath.

……….

 You gasp as you feel the tip of my rubber cock against the opening of your pussy. You've never had anything so big inside of you - you can't even begin to imagine how you're going to take all of it. I tease your clit and pussy with the tip. You're scared to have that thing so close to your tight little hole, yet you're excited - you're eager to have it inside you.

 "Do you want it, Jenny?"

 "Yes, teacher! Please!"

 "Please what?"

 "Please! Please fuck me!!"

 Without hesitation I drive my strap on deep into your pussy, sending you reeling into Nirvana. I start pounding you, driving my shaft in and out of you, deeper. Harder. Faster. You let out a low, guttural moan as I push it all the way in and bottom out inside of you. You feel so full, so used - you love it. Orgasm after orgasm ebb and flow in your pussy, again and again.

 I slowly pull my toy from you and rest its tip between your ass cheeks. You're still trembling, still aching for more. I press it against the tight little bud that is your ass. You bite your lip anxiously. Is she really going to do it? You wonder.

……….

 The hard head of your strap on is at my little back door. I'm breathing in gasps.

 "Jenny, spell run. Do it now"!

  "Huh, teacher it’s R-U- OWW!  INNNN"!  I yelp as is suddenly pushed deeply into me. It’s too much, too hard, I can’t take it!

 "Please teacher, PLEASE I CANNNTTT....   STOP"! You stop. The weapon buried in my body half way.  You reach under me and begin to slowly circle my clit with your fingertips.

"You can’t what Jenny? Do you want me to stop"?  A gentle pressure, back and forth very very slowly. I’m gasping.  "No Ms. Elizabeth, please teacher".... A sudden slap to my still stinging backside.

 "Tell me what you want you little slut"! You demand.

 I bawl "I .... I want it in me...  I want it because its yours!  Take me in the ass!  TEACH ME"!

 "Very good little girl". THRUST!

 I cum. Suddenly, without warning, I CUM. A gasping quivering pile of jello.

……….

 I laugh wickedly as you tremble after your orgasm.

 "You're such a little whore." You scream both in agony and in pleasure as I push my cock into your ass further.

 "Spell slut, Jenny."

 "S-L-U- TEEEEE!!!!" You cry as I drive it further into you still. I rub your clit a bit harder, occasionally dipping my finger into your wet pussy.

 "Very good, Jenny. Now spell whore."

 "W-H-OOOOHHH" The toy is nearly all the way in. "R-E." you manage to finish the word.

 "Good, girl." You scream again as I push my strap on as far as it will go. I start pumping your ass, sliding my rubber cock back and forth.

 "You like this, don't you Jenny?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth!"

 I'm pounding your ass as hard and as fast as I can go. It hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt. You don't want me to stop. Yet another orgasm rips through your body. You're dizzy from it all, any more and you might just pass out. I slow my pace, just *barely* sliding the strap on in and out of your ass. Now I'm just teasing you.

 "You're my little fuck slut, aren't you Jenny?"

……….

 "Yes Miss Elizabeth...  I’m your...    ooohhhhh...   little fuck slut. I belong to you now".  I groan while pounding on the desk with my fist. Tiny tremors roll one orgasm into the next.

  "You’re going to do everything I tell you without question or hesitations aren’t you"? I groan, you slap my ass hard.

 Gasping I say "YES TEACHER".

 "Very good, now tell me. Did Mandy know you were going to cheat off of her? Tell me the TRUTH". With that last word you push the strap on deeply into me again and, reaching under, you pinch my clit.

 "YIEE... gasp.   gasp...  Yes Miss Elizabeth. She knew...  She’s my best  friend she lets me cheat off of her all the time.   ohhh"...

 "I see little slut. Does Mandy date? Does she like girls"? You slide the rubber cock back and forth within me slowly. You are keeping me on edge. You are -driving me- to answer all your questions.

 "Not lately...  and she is straight...  she teases me about liking both guys and girls sometimes"...

 "This is what I want you to do"! You lean in over me, your hips rocking back and forth with little jerks. You breathe into my ear and whisper your dirty commands......

And you say...

……….

 "We have another test coming up next week. I want you to cheat off of her again. I'm going to catch you both in the act, and keep you both after class."

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth. What are you going to do to her?"

"The same thing I did to you, of course," I laugh wickedly.

"Yes, Teacher."

You moan as I push the strap on all the way in before I pull it slowly out.

"You'd better get home, Jenny. I'm sure your parents are wondering where you are." You get dressed as best you can - though you stuff your bra in your bag. Iput my clothes back on as well.

"Jenny?"

"Yes, Miss Harder?"

"I want you to stay after tomorrow, too."

You blush and smile. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Now get going, Jenny."

You smile and leave the room to head home.

Martian sex slave.

Lucky Lass isnt really that lucky.