chattel69
05-03-2006, 12:57 PM
I did this report as part of a task from the academy but it is actually a fantasy of sorts so I thought I would post here and see if any of you would like to comment or add to it...
As homeroom ended and the room was clear, I walked up to Mr. Simpson who was my math teacher and asked if he would allow me to service him in exchange for a better grade in the class. Mr. Simpson stifles a laugh and sends me on my way to the principal’s office. I enter the outer office where Ms. Belle is seated; she glares at me and tells me to have a seat. She buzzes Mr. Franklin to let him know I am waiting, I hear him tell her that he is busy and I can wait until he is finished. Ms. Belle looks over her glasses at me and tells me to sit still while Mr. Franklin finishes his business.
My anxiety heightens as I still there waiting for Mr. Franklin to finish. I can’t help by bob my legs back and forth as the coolness of the plastic chair goes through my thin skirt, which helps to relieve the heat which started back in math class. My school sweater is one which has seen better days and is actually a little small so my large breast are poking out and with my excitement you can clearly see my nipples standing at attention through the material.
After what seems like hours but are actually only minutes, Mr. Franklin steps into his doorway and calls me over. I slowly rise and with my head bowed, I walk into his office and get ready to sit just as he says naughty girls like you don’t sit on my furniture. In just a couple of steps he is behind me, he guides me to the back of the chair and bends me at the waist over the back of it. Mr. Franklin lifts my skirt expecting to find the school issue underpants but is surprised to find a bare behind, so not only will he punish me for inappropriate behavior but also for being out of dress code.
Mr. Franklin reaches over to his desk and grabs the paddle which is always on the corner of his desk as a reminder for kids to stay on the straight and narrow. It seems to be too late for me but I try to weasel my way out of the punishment by trying the same proposal on him as I tried on Mr. Simpson. Meekly I ask Mr. Franklin if there is anything I can do which will allow me to get out of this punishment; I tell him I am willing to do anything not to get the spanking. Just like Mr. Simpson he laughs and says I will now be getting 3 sets of ten strokes. One set for each of the infractions of school policy.
I brace my hands on the arm of the chair as Mr. Franklin takes the first swing and the paddle lands on my left cheek; the remaining 29 strokes alternate between each cheek and the upper thighs. As each stroke lands, my moans get louder and louder and the heat which is migrating to my pussy just makes me hotter and hotter. As the last strike lands, Mr. Franklin slides his hand from the center of my back down over my ass and starts to grope my pussy. He drops the paddle to the floor and turns me around looking under my skirt to see what he has felt, nothing, my pussy is shaved clean and with all the excitement from my punishment my lips are glistening with moisture. He states you are a slut aren’t you… I lower my head not really ashamed but just showing my submission, and say no Sir; I am a submissive to men Sir. Mr. Franklin walks over to the door and tells me to go to my next class.
I exit his office but instead of going to my next class I head for the locker room where I start to masturbate in one of the stalls. As my hands starts to move faster and faster over my clit, I hear some one enter the stall next to me. I bite my lip to try and silence my moans but it isn’t enough and soon enough I hear a knock at my door. I look up and realize I forgot to slide the lock over and before I know it I am face to face with Mr. Simpson. He says he waited for me to leave Mr. Franklin’s office and followed me into the locker room. Once he realized what I was doing in the stall he knew it was the perfect time to get what he had been waiting for.
Mr. Simpson grabbed my hand and forced my finger into my mouth making me suck my own juices off before he lifted me off the commode and bent me over with my hands on the wall and my feet spread out to the edges of the stall. Mr. Simpson unzips his pants and whips out his cock which is rock hard and slams it home into my vagina. He continually pounds his long hard cock into my cunt as he puts a hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming out. Just as I am about to reach climax he pulls out and spins me around forcing his cock into my mouth. Mr. Simpson looks down at me and states he knew I was submissive just from the way I looked at him whenever he asked me a question in class. If I was really interested in getting a better grade in class and making it to graduation in a couple months, I would be at his house after school every night at 5p and all weekend starting on Friday at 5p until Sunday at 10p.
As homeroom ended and the room was clear, I walked up to Mr. Simpson who was my math teacher and asked if he would allow me to service him in exchange for a better grade in the class. Mr. Simpson stifles a laugh and sends me on my way to the principal’s office. I enter the outer office where Ms. Belle is seated; she glares at me and tells me to have a seat. She buzzes Mr. Franklin to let him know I am waiting, I hear him tell her that he is busy and I can wait until he is finished. Ms. Belle looks over her glasses at me and tells me to sit still while Mr. Franklin finishes his business.
My anxiety heightens as I still there waiting for Mr. Franklin to finish. I can’t help by bob my legs back and forth as the coolness of the plastic chair goes through my thin skirt, which helps to relieve the heat which started back in math class. My school sweater is one which has seen better days and is actually a little small so my large breast are poking out and with my excitement you can clearly see my nipples standing at attention through the material.
After what seems like hours but are actually only minutes, Mr. Franklin steps into his doorway and calls me over. I slowly rise and with my head bowed, I walk into his office and get ready to sit just as he says naughty girls like you don’t sit on my furniture. In just a couple of steps he is behind me, he guides me to the back of the chair and bends me at the waist over the back of it. Mr. Franklin lifts my skirt expecting to find the school issue underpants but is surprised to find a bare behind, so not only will he punish me for inappropriate behavior but also for being out of dress code.
Mr. Franklin reaches over to his desk and grabs the paddle which is always on the corner of his desk as a reminder for kids to stay on the straight and narrow. It seems to be too late for me but I try to weasel my way out of the punishment by trying the same proposal on him as I tried on Mr. Simpson. Meekly I ask Mr. Franklin if there is anything I can do which will allow me to get out of this punishment; I tell him I am willing to do anything not to get the spanking. Just like Mr. Simpson he laughs and says I will now be getting 3 sets of ten strokes. One set for each of the infractions of school policy.
I brace my hands on the arm of the chair as Mr. Franklin takes the first swing and the paddle lands on my left cheek; the remaining 29 strokes alternate between each cheek and the upper thighs. As each stroke lands, my moans get louder and louder and the heat which is migrating to my pussy just makes me hotter and hotter. As the last strike lands, Mr. Franklin slides his hand from the center of my back down over my ass and starts to grope my pussy. He drops the paddle to the floor and turns me around looking under my skirt to see what he has felt, nothing, my pussy is shaved clean and with all the excitement from my punishment my lips are glistening with moisture. He states you are a slut aren’t you… I lower my head not really ashamed but just showing my submission, and say no Sir; I am a submissive to men Sir. Mr. Franklin walks over to the door and tells me to go to my next class.
I exit his office but instead of going to my next class I head for the locker room where I start to masturbate in one of the stalls. As my hands starts to move faster and faster over my clit, I hear some one enter the stall next to me. I bite my lip to try and silence my moans but it isn’t enough and soon enough I hear a knock at my door. I look up and realize I forgot to slide the lock over and before I know it I am face to face with Mr. Simpson. He says he waited for me to leave Mr. Franklin’s office and followed me into the locker room. Once he realized what I was doing in the stall he knew it was the perfect time to get what he had been waiting for.
Mr. Simpson grabbed my hand and forced my finger into my mouth making me suck my own juices off before he lifted me off the commode and bent me over with my hands on the wall and my feet spread out to the edges of the stall. Mr. Simpson unzips his pants and whips out his cock which is rock hard and slams it home into my vagina. He continually pounds his long hard cock into my cunt as he puts a hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming out. Just as I am about to reach climax he pulls out and spins me around forcing his cock into my mouth. Mr. Simpson looks down at me and states he knew I was submissive just from the way I looked at him whenever he asked me a question in class. If I was really interested in getting a better grade in class and making it to graduation in a couple months, I would be at his house after school every night at 5p and all weekend starting on Friday at 5p until Sunday at 10p.