Tabby waited nervously outside the teacher's office. She knew she was in trouble this time. It was the third time this month. She knew Mr. King was nearing retirement, that he was vulnerable to 18-year-old girls fooling in class, but now she had pushed it too far. All she could hope was that he would not insist on calling in her parents.
The door opened and the tall thin grey haired figure of Mr. King appeared. He looked down at the young girl and nodded his head toward the open door with a gruff grunt. Tabby walked past the teacher, brushing his body with her slim frame as she went through the narrow door into the office.
She stood as he followed her in, shutting the door. He let his eyes move over her figure, dressed in the short uniform navy blue skirt and white blouse. Her skirt was tight across her perfect firm butt; it made him smile to himself as he walked past her to his desk.
His face had changed to the grim disciplinarian as he sat at his desk.
"Sit down Tabby," he said quietly pointing to one of the two old wooden chairs. "You know why you are here don't you?"
"Yes sir," she replied timidly.
"Well, I think you better tell me," the old teacher said.
"I was bad in class today sir," Tabby almost whispered.
"And what was it you did today Tabby?"
"I was disruptive in class."
"Yes you sure were that," Mr. King looked hard at her. "You just didn't want to learn today did you?"
"No sir."
"More interested in seeing how many ways you could show me your knickers!!!" His voice grew louder, trailing off as he said the word knickers. "Making your friends giggle all the time. And all of it aimed at me."
Tabby went red. It was true, she had sat provocatively, rolling her skirt up enough to expose her crotch, once she even stood up and bent over to get something from her bag, letting the very short skirt ride up her butt, showing the pretty white lace panties.
"Have you got any explanation?"
"No sir, sorry sir."
"Shall I call your parents and tell them what you get up to here?"
Please sir, don't do that." A wave of panic hit the young student. "I promise it won't happen again."
"Oh, it won't happen again, you're right there. But what can I do to punish you and make sure you won't ever annoy me in class again?"
She looked at the teacher. "Anything sir. Please. Just don't tell my parents, I beg you."
"You would do anything if I didn't tell your folks?" He asked.
"That's right, anything." She looked at the teacher with pleading eyes, her voice soft, almost inaudible.
"Why don't you slip that skirt off then?" He pointed at her little blue skirt.
"What?" Tabby responded as though she hadn't heard him properly.
"You heard me Tabby. Slip out of that little skirt," he repeated.
"You dirty old…."
"You weren't worried about me seeing your knickers in class, so what's the problem now?" A smile spread on his face. "Of course I could get your folks in."
"You can't do this. You can't rape me in your office and get away with it."
"Oh, I wouldn't rape you Tabby. I'm not like that. I think you will do what I want. So what is it to be?"
"Ring my parents. I don't care. It can't be worse than your disgusting cock." She spat the words at him with a clouded, grim face.
"If that's what you want Tabby, but I will have to tell them about you and those two boys at last years school concert."
Tabby's mind ticked over quickly. She had had sex with two senior boys a year ago under the school stage following the annual concert. But she had thought they were alone. How could old Mr. King know?
"You prick!"
"Oh, stop being so dramatic Tabby. You know you are just a little sex kitten. You would fuck any cock you could get your hands on, and probably do. Now how about we stop pretending and you get your skirt off?" He walked to the door and turned the key in its lock.
She sat rigid in the wooden chair as he walked back to the desk. He wheeled the office chair around from behind the desk so he was sitting feet away from her.
"Well? Are you going to get on with it girl? I don't have all night. Maybe I should forget it and just call your parents now." Again he smiled at her.
Tabby moved uneasily and finally stood. She spun the skirt around to give her better access to the button and zip. Slowly the blue material opened and the skirt fell to the floor, pooling around her feet.
"You may as well get rid of those trainers and socks while you are at it," he said, flicking a finger at her footwear. "Just lean forward nice and slowly."
A puzzled look crossed Tabby's innocent face as she bent to undo the shoes. The white blouse blossomed forward, giving Mr. King a view of her 34b breasts encased in the white lace bra. A smile spread on the old man's face. His hand fell to his crotch where a slight bulge was appearing.
First one trainer, then the other came off, followed by the white socks. To get at them she had to push the blue skirt away. Soon she was sitting upright again, her hands folded in her lap, concealing the lace panties.
"Hmmm," he said, rubbing the now more substantial bulge in his pants. "Show me your panties Tabby. Go on, give me a show now."
Embarrassed Tabby withdrew her hands, and then brought them quickly back after she thought he had seen enough. He didn't say anything, just flicked that bony finger again to indicate for her to move her hands again. She complied.
As he stared hard at her crotch he slowly unzipped the pants, peeling them open. Without getting up he raised his butt and peeled the pants off, letting them fall at his feet. A pair of plain white boxers stretched out with the size of his erect cock. The sight almost made Tabby laugh.
"Show me your butt Tabby, just turn around and bend down," he was rubbing his hard cock through the boxers.
She stood and turned, bending as requested, leaning her elbows on her bent legs. The sight of this old teacher sitting in his boxers had amused Tabby enough to make her want to tease a little. She wiggled her butt at him. A glance back over her shoulder revealed him exposing his cock, rubbing it up and down.
Now she just gazed at the thick hard cock sliding between his fingers, the head swollen and almost purple with blood. She could see the ridges of veins spiralling around the pink rod as his hand moved over it, pulling the skin tight. The smile went, the wiggle stopped as Tabby stared, mesmerised by the big fat cock. She could feel her panties dampen as she watched him.
"Turn around Tabby, and sit down," he commanded.
Without a word Tabby obeyed, sitting with her legs slightly apart. All the time she tried not to look away from the cock. His hand continued to slowly rub up and down the hard shaft, rolling around it slightly as he tugged on it. "Play with your self Tabby," he said softly. "I want to see your thumb on your clit and your fingers in your snatch."
The brunette obeyed again without comment. The index finger of her left hand found her slit through the white lace and ran up it, forcing the panties into her slit. The material was already damp, a darker patch formed as they soaked up more of her juice. Her hand rubbed across her mound, finding the elastic of the white lace panties.
"Leave them on Tabby," he ordered.