A Teaching Moment

Disclaimer: No resemblance to persons or places real or imagined is intended or should be inferred. All characters are over 18. Activities in this tale would be fireable offenses in real life.

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I teach at a prestigious New England boarding school. One spring afternoon I caught one of my senior students fooling around with her boyfriend in my classroom after study hall. I threw him out and told her to stay. He didn't even look back. I walked over toward the phone. She assumed I was calling the dean. But I closed the door instead.

"Mr G?" she asked. My only reply was removing my belt.

Now confusion was giving way to a touch of alarm. "Mr. G!" I strode to my desk and sat down.

"So, you like making out with boys in classrooms do you? Well, I think we can turn this into a... Teaching moment. She can't take your eyes off my belt, held in one fist, smacking the other palm.

"Right now you have exactly two choices. I can pick up that phone, call the dean and your father and you'll be home before morning." The silence hangs, stretches, thickens. At last she can't take it anymore.

"Or?" she pleads.

My stern face blooms into a wolfish grin. "Or you spend the next 15 minutes doing everything you're told. The choice is yours."

It's clear to both of us that there really is no choice. Though her face is flushed and her eyes are on the floor, she nods.

"Good. In order for you to learn, you must first be punished. You will place yourself over my lap."

She looks confused. Like a rabbit before a predator, she doesn't move a muscle.

"Sir?"

Any kind of smile gone now, steel in my voice: "On your knees. NOW! Crawl to me, little girl."

Too afraid to do otherwise, she complies. When she reaches my desk, she raises her eyes to mine, already in complete submission.

"Now. Over my lap."

She awkwardly rises and places her long lean form face down across my lap, her skirt rising to reveal inches of creamy thigh seldom seen by others. A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles in my chest.

"Plaid suits you kitten" I say as I sweep her skirt up the rest of the way. This time she feels the reaction against her chest. Panties already absent. Gone with her young man? Skipped altogether? Curiosity almost derails me from the task at hand. Almost.

A squeak escapes her as the cool night air caresses your bottom. "Mr. G..."

"SILENCE!" The first blow lands on her ass, fingers spread wide, stinging, burning, shocking... A most delicious shriek, damped to a yelp at the last moment when she remembers she's to be silent. Another blow lands, this time with the belt. Another. She squirms, at first struggling to remain quiet, then... something else. Blows rain down on her rosy ass, in no pattern she can predict, never the same spot twice, but heating her skin to an even cherry red, burning with pain and... and...

Suddenly it ceases. She waits, shivering, squirming, the tension building. Finally...

"Mr G?"

"Yes kitten?"

"Please."

That's it. No more. The final submission. I continue to spank her until she cries, sobbing with relief, surrender, and, finally honest with herself, desire.

Before she knows what's happening, I've pulled her up into my arms, enveloping her, holding her curled into a ball, letting her cry it out.

When her breath returns: "Did that turn you on kitten?"

Impossibly, her face reddens further, and she can't form words.

I give her another moment, then with a warning tone: "Kitten?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mr. G."

"Show me."

She's again struck dumb. How... She looks up at me for the first time since crawling to my desk. Not without kindness, I guide her hand down her belly to the juncture of her thighs.

"Show me."

Understanding at last, the idea of disobeying not even occurring to her, she runs her fingers along her soaking slit and presents them to me for inspection. I look closely, taking in the sticky glaze and all it signifies. I savor the scent of her: youth and arousal mixed with subtle notes of fear and shame.

"Poor kitten... your boy chased away mid-grope, and all these new and confusing feelings... you must be ready to burst. So full of need. Well, Mr. G has needs too. And before we take care of you, you're going to take care of me."

She tenses up slightly, unsure of what's to come, unsure if it matters.

"Yes."

"On your knees, kitten." She slither out of my arms and to the floor almost eagerly. Then she silently awaits instruction.

"Good girl. Very good", I say, then unzip and unbutton my pants. "Let's see what you've learned."

She barely hesitates before taking me into her mouth. She begins by licking around the head and the underside of the shaft as if teasing, but in reality trying to gauge from my reactions where I'm most sensitive. Then, exploration complete, she draws a great deal of spit into her mouth to get me nice and wet and then sucks hard.

"Oh kitten... That's not bad. The boys here are either very lucky or very good teachers. But you still have a few things to learn. Hard suction is good, but if you want the guy to come, you have to bob your head quickly. Like this."

Having run my fingers through her hair during her efforts, I now take a firm grip and move her head up and down on my cock. At first she's taken aback by my fucking her face, but soon she recovers and resumes sucking, holding the base of the shaft in her hand and sliding it in time with her head. After a few moments she gets the rhythm and doesn't need further guidance. But some part of her still enjoys the hair pulling, the feeling of being forced. That realization makes her wetter than ever and she redoubles her efforts, tilting her head from side to side on each downstroke.

"Oh kitten, just like that, oh god kitten, yes..."

And suddenly the back of your throat is splashed with hot salty jets of a job well done. Knowing without being told what's expected of her, she gently licks me clean. When my eyes open again, I can see the pride in hers. That's good, but we can't have her forgetting who's in control. I hand her some tissues to wipe off her chin and hands, then lean back and lace my fingers behind my head.

"Well now. Since... urgent matters have been taken care of, it's time I got a better look at you kitten. Undress. Now."

Her complete lack of hesitation is almost as big a turn on as the body she reveals. Lithe muscle, skin like milk with a drop of honey, exquisite curving hips and ass... All soft and hard at the same time. A delightful paradox, just like the young woman containing them. The last of her clothes fall to my floor.

"Hands over your head, wrists crossed. Now spin around for me. Slowly."

She does as she's told, feeling more naked than she ever has in her life. She's completely exposed. To me, yes, but also, through the window in my door, to anyone walking down the hallway. She blushes prettily, and her nipples stand out from her chest as though seeking attention.

"Lovely" I say, my cock rising again. "I think we ought to take care of you now, hadn't we kitten? Back that ass of yours up against my desk.

She turns and, looking over her shoulder, awkwardly takes the few steps backward until she's leaning against my desk. I stand and, coming around to face her, move in incredibly close as if for a kiss.

When my lips are nearly touching hers I whisper "Hold on tight kitten. It's about to get... bumpy"

Before she's had time to wonder what that means, my hand is around her throat, and I've forced her backward over the desk. Her legs spread as she tries to regain balance, and I bury myself in her just as her back impacts the desk. In one hysterical moment she wonders if one of the papers under her back is hers before my thumb on her clit blots out any possibility of thought.

Still soaking wet, her sex offers no resistance. Something about the angle means that I'm pressing against some spot no one ever has before. Between that, the hand on her throat and the thumb turning tight circles over her clit, she's over the edge almost immediately.

I must know she's come. Hell, with all the noise she's making it's not just anyone in the hall but anyone still in the damn building who will know everything. But my relentless thrusting if anything quickens. I'm determined to drive her to a higher plane. I keep fucking her and fucking her and fucking her until she's lost count of her orgasms, lost her last shred of dignity, lost track of who she is.

Then, some eternity of pleasure and submission and beautiful agony later, she's in my arms again, curled up against my chest. She finds that she likes the smell of my sweat, the feel of my light stubble against her cheek. My fingers stroke her hair and lightly caress the skin just behind her ear.

"Mmmmm... Thank you kitten. I needed that. And you were a very very good little girl. So... what shall I do with you for the rest of the 15 minutes?

Completely out of the moment, her eyes fly to the clock. Impossible. There's no way that all of that had taken only 12 minutes. Was there?

"I have quite a lot of grading to do. And the stubborn men in facilities have never brought me that footstool I've asked for, so... hands and knees kitten."

Too shocked to protest, still nude as the day she was born, she gets down on all fours beside my desk. I sit in my chair and put my feet up on her back. Then, her head down, her cunt still throbbing from moments ago, she serves as my footrest while I begin grading papers.

When the 15 minutes had elapsed, I lifted my feet from her back and nod at her pile of clothes saying "thank you young lady. You may go. I trust you'll keep this little adventure between us. But I would like you to think about it the next time one of these boys is pawing you. Remember... remember what it is to serve."

She's quiet for a long moment, still on all fours. Then she looks up at me.

"I.... I can stay until you've finished grading."

I put my feet back up on her and return to my grading.

"Good girl. Good girl."