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When I was just twenty-four I finished my second year teaching English Literature at St. Cecilia's Catholic High School. In Canada we have, or at least did have, a fifth year of study. The students in grade 13 were not much younger than I and the carefree way the girls bopped around in their short kilts kept me randy as a goat for the ten teaching months. I marveled that the boys weren't parading around with permanent woodies. I know that I often had a difficult time disguising my aroused state. Thank God for the mandatory sports jacket and a desk to hide behind. I would catch furtive glances of panty covered crotches, sometimes even displaying the delicious indentation and outline of a pudgy young cunt. The top of responsive young breasts were often revealed through a carelessly buttoned blouse. I indulged in wild masturbatory fantasies each night as soon as I got home; concocting lewd scenarios involving one or many of the nubile students. During the day I was the soul of propriety but alone with my cock in my hand I was a sex fiend.
I had no girl friend at the time. Elaine and I had split when we left university. She went home. I went home. My fantasies and wanking, therefore, had a chance to both fester and mature. I found myself becoming more the dominant teacher and the students more and more submissive in my sexual daydreams. I began to dwell on punishment themes and situations. I must admit that at first my imaginings were of me dating the girls as if they were my peers. Soon, however, I was a stern headmaster. I am sure that the daily, “Yes sir... Sorry sir...Do I have to sir?..” stirred some latent desires in me. I was thrashing my cock raw with these newfound needs.
In June, the grade 13s write their exams and finish school a few weeks before the rest. They party and prepare for graduation and bid fond farewells to friends and teachers. They become a bit of a nuisance
really, hanging around the school, dressed in civvies and wandering the halls as classes are going on. The Friday night of the final school day I was in my classroom taking down bulletin boards and doing a general clean up, When Sharon Gartner strolled in. She was dressed in full school uniform and had fixed her hair in two pony tails jutting out from the side of her head. She was finished at St. Cecilia's and I asked what she was doing in school uniform. Sharon had a spectacular lithe body and an angelic open face. She had been the subject of many of my masturbatory sessions.
She walked straight up to me without uttering a word. When she got close, she underwent an amazing metamorphosis. She stopped and looked down at her shoes. She stood fiddling with her fingers and turning a delicate shade of pink. She looked for all the world as if she were just starting school rather than a senior finishing.
“I've been a bad girl.” She pouted and looked at her feet. “I let Frank Williams spank my bum. Right here. Real hard. She did not turn to show me but rubbed her bum and provocatively arched her back. I could not see her lovely posterior but my lurid imagination was working overtime. She glanced up at me, then pointed at my aroused cock. “He had one of those too. Big and pointy, just like yours. And...and...I liked it. And the more he spanked me. The more I liked it and I got all warm and squishy down here.” She did not put her hand under her kilt but covered her pussy with both hands and pressed to show me where. “I was a bad..bad girl.. Mr. Powers...a naughty, naughty girl. I came to you because I have seen you look at me in class and I think that you know what to do with naughty girls. Lots of times I wanted to come to you and confess that I was naughty and that I had wicked thoughts and did wicked things. I was sure you would correct me. But, I was your student...and...Well I'm not your student anymore. I'm a big university girl” She went and lay her chest on my teacher's desk and looked back over her shoulder at me. “A naughty, naughty girl,” she pouted.
I was on fire and my cock strained for release. I could not help but grab it and stare as I thanked the heavens for Sharon Gartner. Her short kilt rode up and revealed the back of her thighs and the lines formed by her splendid cheeks. I could see a lurid dab of white silk winking at me from just below the hem. I began to wonder how she knew my dark desires, but quickly flung all analysis out the window. My prick and my addled brain were now in complete control. I moved in behind her and flipped the kilt up over her back. She giggled and undulated her magnificently pantied ass. She rubbed her inner thighs together by straightening first one leg then the other. “A naughty, naughty girl,” she whispered from the huskiest part of her throat.
I reached out to the chalk ledge beside me and took the yard stick in my hand. “This behaviour my dear , cannot go unpunished.” I studied the stretching material, how it pressed against her delicious cheeks then suggested the crack in her bum by its return to a pure white colour. The puffy package of her cunt was outlined and peeked out seductively from a cleft between her thighs. I tapped the yard stick against my open palm as I studied her.
“Mmmm, yes sir....sorry sir.” She breathed.
I stood to one side and swung the stick. CRACK! I had not gone too hard but the resounding smack was much more arousing than I had imagined. Much louder than I could have predicted. “Ooooooo! Ow!” She grasped the lip of the desk on either side of herself. Then, “Oh sir..” She squeezed her thighs together and shuddered as she said this. I had worried about hurting her but now I swung the yard stick harder at the other cheek. CRACK! She reacted in the same manner. Now I was deeply into a kind of sexual frenzy which I had never before experienced. The two red stripes on her adorable ass incited me to an assault that I had not considered myself capable of. CRACK...CRACK...CRACK...CRACK! Over and again, I swung at her writhing jiggling bum. It ended with me covered in sweat and spent as if I had just experienced an orgasm. Sharon was sobbing. I stepped up to console her but she again began rubbing her thighs together. “Oh sir, that is the best spanking ever. Oh sir..sir..”
She was spasming on the desk. I brought my hand to her red and welted bum. It was incredibly hot,as if she were in a fever. I hooked my index finger into the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her splendid, tortured ass. Her labia and thighs pinched and held onto the flimsy material as I lowered her undies to mid thigh. I stroked fondled and caressed her bum, her pussy, and the back of her thighs. I bent and kissed each cheek.
Next, I stood back, took out my cock and masturbated at the sight of her. She continued to shudder and moan but did not rub her bum or obstruct my view in any way. After I came, she heard me zip up my fly. She quickly and matter-of-factly pulled up her panties and turned to face me. She was a mature young university student once more. “You live at the BelAir apartments on Lorraine Drive, don't you? You did everything perfectly, sir. Next time I'm a bad girl, I'll come and see you.” She left immediately leaving me blinking and thankful.
