Disciplining My Students Pt 02

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Note: these are my first attempts at writing this type of fiction. As such, any feedback as to the tone, the style of writing, and so on, is more than welcome. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did imagining it and then putting it to paper.

All characters depicted in the story are 18 or older.

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The last few days had been hell for me, not being sure whether I'd just be fired or if I'd also have to face trial. I tried my best to act normally in school, but each time I saw Stephanie, each time she asked a question, was like a knife to my gut. She acted exactly as she usually did -a bit of a smartass, a bit of a flirtatious minx-, which made me wonder at some point if what happened had just been a figment of my imagination due to stress, but no, it DID happen, I was certain. Now it was just a matter of--

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

These words thankfully brought me back from my doom and gloom. Unfortunately, I came back from it just to see vice-principal Francesca glowering at me.

"I'm sorry," I lowered my eyes "I must have been daydreaming".

We were in her office, and as usual she was wearing her form-fitting office attire: a tight black tube skirt that emphasized her well-toned legs (covered in the sexiest black stockings I'd ever seen, I must add), an immaculately pressed business shirt with two buttons undone and a gold necklace that tastefully brought attention to her amazing cleavage. She wore just enough makeup to emphasize her full lips and brown eyes, and her auburn hair was cropped short, just above her shoulder, kept neatly in place by two metal pins in the form of butterflies, the only thing even remotely resembling joy or playfulness I'd ever seen from her. Despite being in her late 30s, there was no denying her killing figure. I silently said a prayer of thanks to whoever had made the insulation system for the school: despite outside being a freezing hellhole, inside everyone could dress casually.

"Pay more attention then. If we make any mistakes in the arrangements for the trip, the parents are going to eat us alive".

She was completely right: the spring celebration was a tradition in the school, with the students, teachers and a few parents spending a long weekend in a secluded private beach to celebrate the beginning of the warm season. I hadn't participated in one yet, but I was certainly looking forward to seeing all those beauties in their tight, skimpy swimsuits.

"Of course," I replied "You don't have to remind me. I'm doing my part: I've already talked to Angela and confirmed she'll go, so no need to worry about getting a substitute nurse. The only matter now is coordinating to make sure we bring enough supplies for any emergency that could happen. We've also started conversations with the local health services, just in case we get any serious problems".

That at least seemed to mollify her.

"Keep at it, then. If anything happens, at least we'll be able to say we did everything we could".

"Indeed," I replied "How's your sister? Stephanie came to see me a few days ago about her still being sick and needing an extension for their final assignment".

For a few moments, the mask fell, and I could see anxiousness in her face. It didn't take her long to recover, however.

"Loretta's almost completely recovered, fortunatelyIf everything goes well, she should return to classes next week, thanks for asking".

She stood up, meaning the meeting was over. As usual, she walked to open the door, giving me a glorious view of the way the skirt hugged her ass. I thanked her for her time and left before she noticed my growing erection.

Things seemed to be moving with alarming normality. All signs seemed to show I'd gotten away scott free, but my brain refused to believe it.

I went to my office and started marking assignments. I wasn't expected to turn these in for a good while, but I needed something to take my mind off things.

The routine exercise -the girls' lines of reasoning rarely varied much- helped me clear my head. What I'd done to Stephanie was both wrong and stupid: she was already 18, that was true, and the experience left me feeling strong and powerful, but there was no universe in which a teacher fucking a student was right, no matter how much they asked for it. This had been borderline criminal, and there was no way I'd make the same stupid mistake again.

All this ironclad resolution turned to smoke when I heard the door close and a familiar voice say "I'm sorry Daddy, I've been a bad girl".

I raised my eyes to see Stephanie in front of me, wearing a trench coat that left only her sport shoes in sight. If last time she'd worn subtle makeup, now she'd gone all out, her eyes looking deeper than ever and her tanned skin showing a seductive sheen, while her full lips, in a vivid red, seemed to be begging for a tongue -or a cock- to be inserted between them. This time, her black hair was styled in two long pigtails, which of course gave me plenty of ideas...

"I just couldn't help myself" she pleaded, her tone one of false contrition.

"I tried using my toys" she slowly started to undo the belt in her coat.

"I tried watching porn, and calling on mi ex to take me, but I knew it wouldn't be enough" with a theatrical gesture she dropped the coat to the ground "Only you can satisfy me, Daddy".

She was wearing a tighter, sluttier version of her volleyball practice suit. Which was saying something, because even in its regular version it could have doubled for a stripper's outfit. It consisted of a tight white top that voraciously hugged her curves, highlighting her perky tits while leaving her well-toned abdomen completely exposed. Her legs were also on display, covered by a pair of white socks up to her thighs, underscoring how athletic she was. The jewel of the ensemble, however, were a pair of extremely short shorts that left just the right amount of skin to the imagination.

I took my time to fastidiously store my papers before standing up to give her my complete attention. I walked to her and kissed her, hard, exploring the depths of her mouth with my tongue. She responded in kind, one hand pressing my head against hers, while the other deftly unbuttoned my shirt.

I put my hands to good use too, enjoying the plump curves of her ass with one while fondling her titties with the other. The sensation of the fabric, so tight against her luscious curves, threatened to make me cum right then and there.

We spent a good minute or two like this, until she reluctantly stepped back, drool dripping from her mouth.

"You know, Daddy," she purred, "I bet you can think of better ways of using your pretty, submissive, helpless little slut doll".

The way she talked dirty sent me into a frenzy.

"Lay on the desk," I commanded "Face upwards, your head towards me".

"Of course, Daddy," her face positively glowed when she realized what I had in mind "A good fuck whore always obeys".

She did as she was told, giving me a new perspective of her tits and legs. Knowing what was to come, she moved her head backwards until her eyes looked straight into my groin.

"I'm hungry, Daddy," she complained "Feed me!".

She didn't have to ask me twice. I took my cock out and slammed it into her waiting mouth. She sucked me off with the same vigor she'd shown on our first encounter, while I took advantage of my privileged position to fondle her tits again, this time taking my hand below the fabric to pinch her hard nipples.

She moaned sensually, and I decided to ramp up the pressure.

"Finger yourself," I ordered as I started moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth "Cum for me like the dirty little slut you are!".

One hand flew under her shorts, while the other took my hand and pressed it harder against her tits.

She was clearly enjoying this: soon a wave of spasms took her, and even with my cock completely inside her mouth I could hear her moans.

"Did you get your satisfaction, bitch?" I asked, taking myself out of her mouth so she could talk.

"Yes, Daddy," she panted, still fingering herself and rubbing her tits "But I want more".

"What a disgusting, entitled, horny little cum slut" I grumbled, taking her by the hair and dragging her until she stood in front of me. She was panting, and her makeup was running down her face, making her look like a used cheap whore. I gave her lips a good lick, then pressed her head against the desk, her body bending to an almost perfect 90 degrees, which was ideal for what was to come.

I let go of her and lowered her shorts to the ground, noting three things that made me incredibly horny. The first was her round, tight, perfectly tanned little bubble butt. The second was that she wasn't wearing any panties. And, finally, that her pink pussy, still dripping from her previous exertions, was cleanly shaven.

I pulled down my pants along with my underwear. I was already rock hard, so it wasn't difficult to enter her from behind. She let out a gasp, and then moaned with pleasure as I started pumping her.

"You like this?" I asked as I grabbed her pigtails and pulled on them.

"Yes Daddy!" she exclaimed "Fuck me like the whore I am!" She took one hand to her crotch and started rubbing her slit.

Despite the scene being sublime, some discipline had to be maintained, so I let go of one of her pigtails and smacked her ass.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself, slut?"

"No Daddy, I'm sorry!" she seemed subdued for a moment, but then turned her head back towards me and gave me a vicious smile "I've been a bad girl who deserves to be punished, Daddy!".

That was exactly what I was planning on doing. I pulled her hair harder, yanking another squeal of delight from her lips. I started pumping furiously into her, while my free hand spanked her ass at irregular intervals.

"Yes!" She gasped "Punish your dirty little slut, Daddy!".

I kept enjoying the moist warmth of her pussy until I felt I was getting close to climaxing. I took my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the neck, I brought her to her knees in front of me.

As these tales have made abundantly clear, this slutty little vixen was quite experienced, so she looked me straight in the eyes, her face a mess where the makeup had run and, opening wide, she took out her tongue.

"Please give it to me," she pleaded as I stroked myself "I've been a good fucking slut whore for you today, Daddy, so please feed me already!"

Her dirty talk was taking me to the apex of excitement, and very soon I felt my climax was imminent.

I grabbed the back of her head and held her in place as I slammed my dick into her waiting mouth, firing a massive load inside her before taking a step back, panting. Disciplined little trooper that she was, she looked at me and made an exaggerated motion of swallowing, then opened her mouth to show not a single drop of cum had been wasted and coquettishly licked her fingers.

"Thanks for the meal, Daddy!" she purred "I can't wait for our next session".

My contemplation of this marvelous, slutty little temptress sweating and panting in front of me was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"I'd forgotten to mention," Francesca managed to say before she saw us "We still need to --".

There was no denying what had happened, no pretending this was any kind of misunderstanding: both Stephanie and I were almost completely naked, sweating and panting, and I still had my cock in my hand.

Barring a miracle, this was not going to end well.