I was the naughty girl at school. Bad reputation and all that. But school is the place to get an education, and that is exactly what I intended to get. Mr Adams was the geography teacher. He lived in the school during the week, acting as a House master for the boys. He was fresh out of university, full of his own importance. Mr Adams was also a major letch. He was well known for always trying cop a sneaky feel, or slumping back in his chair to get his eye level low enough to look up the skirts of the girls in the front row. He was a scruffy type, long hair, lots of stubble (he probably thought it looked cool) but he was well built I had taken the trouble to notice Despite his many flaws, I suspected that there were more than a few sweaty fantasies played out beneath the sheets at night in which he had a supporting, if not staring role. He played rugby pretty well, and helped out with the school team. Watching him running around in his skimpy shorts was a popular past time for most of the senior girls.
Well, he caught me cheating in the one of the weekly tests, (a fair cop, guv. Bang to rights, as they say on TV) He had ordered me to the staff room that evening, after prep, for some personal punishment. I guess that I was a rather a cocky bitch. He didn't scare me. I was one of the bad girls after all, full of confidence, knowing full well just how far I could push things, and what a short skirt and a few buttons undone on my blouse could achieve. I waltzed into the staff room, all prepared to put on my little vixen act, and the bastard never even gave me the chance to work my magic.
He was reading some papers, sat in an old and over-stuffed arm-chair. He waved me in, but never looked up at me. Keeping his eyes on the papers, he recited the details of my crime, asked me if I contested his version of events.
Would I accept his punishment, or did I want to go up to the headmistress? Simple enough terms.
I was stumped. He had me cold, and both he and I knew it. There was no way I wanted to be up in front of the Dragon. That old bitch gave me the shivers!
"No Sir. Not the head. I'm sorry Sir." I tried my best little girl voice. He didn't even look up!
"Will you accept your punishment from me?"
"Yes Sir." I muttered meekly.
"Well, six on the backside would be a fair punishment. Wouldn't you agree?"
Not really, I fumed. But then I didn't really have of an argument against.
"Yes Sir." I tried a hint of whimper. Not a flicker.
"Ok, Debbie. Now do you want them from the paddle, or from my hand?"
Well, the hand would certainly be softer. I guess I kinda knew that he was keen to get his hands on me, and would probably get a kick out of walloping my ass. I was rather surprised at the warm feeling that thought gave me though.
"Hand, please Sir." All meek and mild, with a little touch of fear.
"Bend over the desk then," he spoke gruffly, "hurry girl. Don't dawdle!"
Only then did he lever himself out of the chair, and follow me over to the large desk in the centre of the room.
I did as he asked, laying my upper body down on the rough surface of the desk, he made me grip the far edge with both hands. My legs seemed to tremble as I waited for my punishment to begin. I froze in shock when he flipped the back of my uniform skirt up over my bottom and around my waist. God! He was looking at my knickers! I silently cursed the skimpy things I had worn instead of the regulation pair that I hated so much. He didn't look for long, and then I gasped aloud as they were rudely yanked down to my shaking knees! If it hadn't been for the sheer unexpectedness of it, I would probably resisted, told him that that was he was going a bit too far! Just knowing that he was gazing at my naked bottom had me shocked into immobility. I also experienced a hot surge of fear… and excitement. The latter puzzled me enough to delay any form of reaction until it was far too late.
The hard, flat surface of his hand came down with considerable force on my quivering butt. It stung, and brought a hot tear to my eye.. and then the wonder. Sure, it hurt… but I had felt a hot flush of pure pleasure immediately afterwards. The second and third sharp blows landed as I contemplated the sensation. I was feeling something urgent, something rather like what I felt when I played with myself. I could feel my sudden wetness. The hot burn of my stinging butt cheeks mingled with the urgent need to touch myself, rub myself. I was sobbing loudly by the time he landed the last hard smack, but it was only half at the pain. The other half was a warm feeling of pure pleasure, and frustration that I was not in a position to do anything about it. The shame, bent over his desk, bare bottom on view – it was a heady feeling all of its own.
It seemed to take me forever to stand back up, my skirt falling down around my legs. Mr Adams was looking rather flushed and hot himself, I couldn't help but notice.
"Pants, girl. Pull you pants up for God's sake." He muttered gruffly.
Numb, I did as requested, wincing at the contact with my burning flesh. I straightened gingerly, and found my self eye to eye with his crotch. The front of his tweedy trousers were tented out in an extraordinary way - he had a real boner in his pants I realised! He must have caught my glance, as he hurriedly turned his back and walked stiffly (pun!) over to the staff room's single window. I could feel my face glowing hotly, from the pain, the pleasure, and the knowledge that I had given him a stiff dick.
"Now, let that be a lesson to you. No more of that kind of behaviour or you'll find yourself in the same position." He coughed loudly, then added, "now, be off with you."
I left the staff room on badly shaking legs, feeling as if I had had a half bottle of vodka all to myself. I was hot and wet down there, and needed some urgent attention. I wobbled my way to the downstairs loo, locked myself in the first cubical and rubbed my throbbing pussy urgently. I had never seen myself looking so red and swollen, or felt so sensitive. I had to fight hard to keep silent, frigging urgently, popping off quickly – but without having much affect on the burning need in me.
The next couple of days had me very confused. The fact that what that old letch had done to me had turned me on in a way I had never before experienced. The disturbing image of his tented trousers haunted my thoughts equally. Ok, getting his hands on my bare bottom would give him a buzz, I could understand that. But had he realised what effect he'd had on me? The ability to make boys go sweaty and red faced was just a part of school life. It was kinda fun, and more than once I had some pencil dick unable to keep it in their pants. It was amusing to watch them pull themselves out and jack off in front of me. But Mr Adams! I had a feeling that his bulging trousers held something a bit more interesting than some pale, adolescent pencil.
Bothered by the memory of my own hot pleasure, his tented trousers and all the questions that it raised, I quickly came to the only conclusion that made any sense. I really would have to try that again.
It wasn't hard, as I seemed to have a natural skill for getting into trouble, even without trying! This process was repeated three or four times. I would end up bent forward over that desk, knickers round my knees as he paddled my rosy cheeked behind. We would exchange some loaded dialogue, him calling me a naughty girl, and I replying with my meek 'Yes Sir's'. He would finally step back and watch me pull my pants up, wincing at the pain. My eye would seek and find the bulging front of his trousers. I would then wobble out, bottom glowing with heat and my pussy dripping wet. I would lock myself in the loo cubical and finger fuck myself with increasing intensity.
It was around this time I first started playing with my asshole. The hot, dry opening burned from the spanking, it itched and throbbed insistently. I liked the feel of my finger there, and it seemed to make me cum all the faster. I would then wash hands and stagger off to bed, playing with myself in the shower, crawling into bed and frigging myself with gritted teeth, to sleep. I was difficult to masturbate in bed, since the dorm was pretty small, and the creak of bed springs and heavy breathing was hard to disguise from all the other occupants!
My best friend, Jackie, could not resist teasing me one day, following a particularly intense night.
"What's the matter with you girl? You in heat, or what!"
I tried to shrug it off, the told her that I was feeling… a bit sensitive. Just hot and burning from the spanking that Mr Adams had been administering.
She looked at me kind of funny, then said, if it was making me that horny, maybe she should see about a bit of spanking for herself.
"If you like the hurt." I muttered at her. "And knowing he's getting off on it!"
"What!"
"Y'know – he gets a real boner on. He tries to hide it, turns his back – but there no mistaking it. A real woody!"
"God, what a letch! Bet he's got a big dick though" she mused.
"Eww! Don't… It's bad enough getting walloped by him! Never mind having to picture that!" Blushing at my lie.
"Well still. You really should report him, y'know."
"Hard to prove." I muttered. Then we both burst out laughing.
"Real hard!" she giggled. For the rest of the day, whenever our glances met, we would be consumed by fits of the giggles.
