Her fingertips left the skirt and raised to her blouse – her thin shirt – where she grabbed her breasts – adjusting them – squeezing them together a little more.
“Mr. Mitchell?”
I had to cough to clear my constricted throat, “Yes?”
“I didn’t get my assignment done,” she said, looking up, guiltily.
“Oh?”
“Am I in trouble?”
“Probably.”
“Are you going to …?”
She looked, pointedly, again, at my stiff penis.
“… punish me?”
“Do you think that’s necessary?”
“Well, you know what they say …”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Spare the rod, spoil the child.”
“Really?”
“I’ve been acting spoiled; I think I need the rod.”
“The rod?”
“Yes, Mr. Mitchell. I think you should punish me with your rod.”
“Do you think that will help?”
“Yes – but I’m kind of a slow learner. You may have to give me the rod again … later.”
“I see. So where should you be to get your, uh, punishment?”
“I could lean over your desk…”
“Okay…”
“… and you could pull down my panties …”
“Why should I do that?”
“So you can make sure I can feel your rod …”
She bit her lip, briefly.
“… punishing me.”
“Then what?”
“Well, I had my fingers in my pussy when I should have been listening.”
She looked down – to where her enflamed labia were peeking out at me.
“You did?”
“You should use your rod to teach me that fingers don’t belong in my pussy.”
“I see.”
She nodded.
“Anything else?”
“I’m not sure this blouse – and bra – are appropriate school attire.”
“Oh?”
“I think you should confiscate them.”
“Really?”
“Yes. That will help with my punishment.”
“How is that?”
“When you are using your … rod … to train my body – to punish my pussy – my bare nipples will be rubbing back and forth – across the top of your desk…”
“… and?”
“… and they will chafe, and swell, and hurt – and you’ll be able to tell my punishment is working when I’m moaning and writhing in pain.”
“… as I use my rod to punish your naughty pussy?”
“Yes, Mr. Mitchell.”
“Anything else?”
“I was talking in class.”
“You were?”
“My mouth needs to be taught a lesson too.”
“Okay…”
“When you’re finished punishing my pussy, you can use your rod to teach my mouth & throat to be quiet.”
“… and then?”
“If you think I’ve learned my lesson, you can let me have some milk.”
“Milk?”
“Yes – but only after I’ve been punished.”
“Right. Well, then, naughty girl, I think it’s time we got started …”
She crossed her arms in front of her body, grabbed the bottom of the bra and shirt – and peeled them off – over her head – baring her beautiful breasts.
I lurched to my feet, lifted each of them to my waiting mouth, and sucked the areola hard – nipping at her stiff bud before moving to the next.
Her breath caught at the harshness of it.
I grabbed her arm and led her to the desk – shoving her forward.
I grasped her panties and dragged them, viciously, down her legs, to the floor. She stepped out of them. I wadded them up and shoved them into her mouth.
I pulled her back a little – dragging her breasts and nipples across the rough surface of the teacher’s desk – and dropped my pants & underwear to my ankles.
I flopped her plaid skirt over – onto her back – reached between her legs – to give her twat a little swat, lined myself up, grabbed the waistband of her schoolgirl skirt, and plunged into her slippery slit – burying my member to the root.
My ball-sack slapped against her clit as I fucked her from behind – grunting as her gripping gash stroked & massaged my fuck-meat.
Her outfit was so sexy – and her verbal foreplay so arousing – that I was already having to fight to keep from cumming.
The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room.
I imagined our roles reversed – me (the student once more) slamming my cock into my teacher’s cunt – while the whole class watched me breed our instructor …
“Fuck!”
I had intended to wait until she got an orgasm – but that wasn’t happening.
Trying to remember the script, I yanked my dick out of her perfect pussy, pulled her to her feet, turned her around, removed the gag, shoved her to her knees, grabbed her pigtails, and drove my aching penis into her waiting mouth – forcing it all the way down her throat – her nose nestled against my body.
“Fuck!”
I held her pigtails where they joined her head – hanging on like I was going to fall off – and smashed her face onto – and off of – my throbbing cock – over & over again.
I was just getting ready to start spewing into my mother-in-law’s throat when my phone pinged and I looked over to see a text from Kasey that read, “Out Now Home”.
I groaned, yanked my wilting penis from my former teacher’s face, and raised her to her feet – showing her the text.
She grabbed her shirt, bra, and panties – and unlocked the door – peering down the hall.
I pulled my pants & underwear up – hastily fastening the button – my fly still wide open – and leaned out behind her.
We heard Kasey – and somebody – conversing.
Mrs. Williams nodded her head for me to pass. I dodged out and headed towards the exit. She closed the door and was right behind me, holding her shirt over her naked breasts as we ran down the hall.
We turned the corner just before Kasey’s voice got louder. We eased open the external door, stepped out, closed it quietly, and jumped into the car.
She struggled with her clothes as I drove like a madman – slowing once we were a couple blocks away.