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.
