As one of the few male teachers in St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies I considered myself fortunate to have a position in such a prestigious school aged only 30. I teach a final year class of 18 to nearly 19 year old girls, all seeming to want to outdo each other in showing off their wares in the shortest skirts and the tightest, thinnest blouses school regulations would let them get away with. I certainly considered myself lucky to be working in such a voyeur's paradise!
One afternoon I was unexpectedly summoned to the office of the headmistress, Miss Pemberton. She was sat in her black leather swivel chair behind her big oak desk. She's probably early forties, blonde, and quite a beauty with a good figure usually displayed in a blouse, a charcoal grey pencil skirt just on the knee, black nylons and black high heels. The sexy rhythmic click clack of her high heels as she walked down the school corridors always started my erection rising. I never minded a meeting with Miss Pemberton!
There seated on an upright chair was one of my brightest pupils, Ashley. She's a pretty little thing nearly 19 with shoulder length straightish dark hair and glasses which give her an innocent look. She was in her school uniform of a white blouse with necktie and a grey pleated knee length skirt, with bare legs and sensible shoes. Her blouse made it obvious she was a big girl for her age, and from what I could see of her below her skirt she had a decent pair of legs. I'm single, and needless to say Ashley had been the subject of many of my night time masturbation fantasies, as had Miss Pemberton and indeed most of the girls in my class.
"Sit down Mr Thompson," said Miss Pemberton, her friendly smile putting me at ease. I sat myself on the other upright chair opposite Ashley, wondering what this was all about. Then Miss Pemberton dropped her bombshell.
"Ashley here tells me you can't keep your eyes off her breasts and you're constantly trying to look up her skirt in class."
I felt as if an electric shock had hit me. This sort of accusation could destroy my career as a teacher. Certainly I'd watched Ashley strip and I'd peeled off her underwear, she'd posed nude for me in every erotic pose I could imagine, I'd run my hands over every inch of her naked body, she'd sucked my cock off and I'd jerked my hungry penis into her in every sex position I could think of, like I'd done with most of the girls in my class. But that had only been in my fantasies in my lonely bed at night with my franticly stroking hand tight around my straining penis, not Ashley's sweet lips or young vagina. In class my eyes had certainly wandered, I'd hoped surreptitiously, over the mini skirted little beauties around me but I'd always kept my lustful thoughts and my hands to myself.
"Miss Pemberton ... I ..." I began to splutter, feeling my blood run cold and my face go red.
Then in an instant everything changed. With a mischievous grin on her face Ashley spoke.
"I really like the way you look at me in class Mr Thompson. I feel as if you're taking all my clothes off and I'm doing something naughty for you. Oooooh! I get so excited. Is this what you want to see?"
Ashley turned on her chair to face me, then swung her legs wide and pulled her skirt high up her bare thighs. My eyes almost involuntarily went down to the triangle of white cotton between her spread legs bulging over her mound. Her knickers were school regulation "white cotton, modest and opaque". There was a dimpled "cameltoe" and a slight yellow stain along the line of her vagina slit, and her knickers were't quite opaque enough to hide the shadow of a full dark bush of her young cunt underneath.
In class Ashley was a quiet, well behaved girl and she'd never behaved overtly sexually provocatively, unlike some of the micro skirted little tarts in my class. I wondered what had been building up inside her all the time, turning her into a sex mad minx. I was shocked, but I certainly wasn't complaining!
Ashley stood, fumbled with the clasp of her wraparound skirt, let her skirt drop and kicked it aside. She did a slow twirl to show off her white cotton schoolgirl knickers to the full. They were deliciously tight over the curves of her cheeky young bottom, with embroidered hems crossing her well rounded buttocks, and much briefer than I'd guessed school regulations allowed. And her long lightly tanned legs were everything I'd dreamed of! But Ashley had more to show me than her knickers!
"Do you like seeing my knickers Mr Thompson? You were interested in my bra too. Would you like to look at it more closely?"
I'd already noticed a button at the front of Ashley' blouse was open showing her white bra. As she stood there she took off her necktie, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders behind her. She arched her back to thrust her breasts forward. I'd always thought she was a big girl for her age, and I saw I'd been right. Her skimpy white bra matched her knickers and the cups were barely big enough to sling her big firm young breasts and cover her nipples.
"Naughty girl!" I heard Miss Pemberton say, and I glanced at her.
Watching Ashley's striptease I'd almost forgotten about Miss Pemberton. She was still sitting in her black leather chair with a smile even more mischievous than Ashley's on her face. As she noticed my eyes resting on her she slowly crossed and uncrossed her black nylon clad legs and I saw a glimpse of bare thigh above stocking tops. I was getting the message fast.
"Ashley," Miss Pemberton began, "you know the school rules about girls' underwear. Nothing too brief or provocative. That bra is far too revealing for a girl with breasts as big as yours."
"Sorry Miss Pemberton. I'm a very naughty girl."
Ashley could barely conceal the smirk on her face. She reached behind her back, unclipped her bra took it off and tossed it to me. I caught it.
"There, Mr Thompson. Do you like my bra?"
Right then I was much more interested in it what her skimpy white bra, still warm in my hands from her breasts, had contained. Finally confirming my suspicions that she certainly was a big girl, Ashley stood there just in her knickers and sensible shoes with her her back slightly arched to thrust out her big round breasts. They were young, firm and shapely with little pink nipples surround by quite large areoles, and were rhythmically rising and falling with her excited breathing.
"Do you like my tits Mr Thompson? Oooooh! I've never shown them to a man before!"
As Ashley was showing off a pair of boobs that were certainly well worth ogling Miss Pemberton spoke.
"Ashley, you've been so naughty wearing a bra so revealing, persistently leaving your blouse undone and wearing such brief knickers, all in violation of school regulations. I can even see your pubic hair through your knickers, you dirty girl! I'm hardly surprised Mr Thompson has been tempted to look lustfully at you. You must be punished. Bend over, girl, to have your bottom smacked."
With a big grin on her face Ashley turned and bent over the chair so her white cotton clad bottom was toward me and her big breasts swung deliciously. Miss Pemberton rose from her chair and strolled round to my side of her desk.
"Mr Thompson," continued Miss Pemberton, "I think you should administer the punishment because you've been wrongly accused. And I think you should pull this naughty girl's knickers down. We don't want to soften the blow do we?"
Ashley wiggled her bottom at me and rubbed the insides of her bare thighs together. She looked at me over her shoulder with that same big grin.
"Oooohh Mr Thompson! Be gentle with me!" Ashley cried in mock terror, "I've never had my bottom smacked by a man."
I'd guessed by then what was expected of me. Ashley was getting her sexual thrills with Miss Pemberton acting as chaperone to make sure my cock didn't stray into places it shouldn't go, and obviously getting her own kinky voyeur thrill too. I reached down and Ashley purred and gasped with pleasure as I fondled her bottom through her thin cotton knickers, ran my fingertips along the hemlines crossing her buttocks and along the thin gusset strip under her between her slightly spread legs with my exploring hand brushing against the inner tops of her thighs, a place I knew gets girls wild.
A memory flashed back of that glorious summer afternoon when I was Ashley's age. In the bushes in the park on my walk home from school one of my classroom colleagues had lifted what little there was of her mini skirt and for the first ever time my so excited hand had explored a girl's bare thighs and her bottom through thin white cotton knickers just like Ashley's, then I'd slipped them down her thighs for my first sight of a girl's naked cunt and feel of her pubic hair. Then I'd watched incredulously as her hand wrapped round my penis, as hard and upright as only a teen's can get, and she treated me to my first ever hand job from a girl, sending my semen splashing over the bushes.
I slipped Ashley's knickers down and she she let them fall round her feet. She kicked them aside too, spread her legs wide and shoved her sweet young bare bottom up toward me. I couldn't resist running my fingers over Ashley's spread thighs, down her bum crack and under her to play with her juice soaked vagina lips and ruffle her soft pubic hair. Ashley gasped, moaned and squirmed with sex pleasure and spread her legs even wider. Then I set her soft buttocks quivering with half a dozen not very hard slaps on her bottom, more gentle pats really.
"Oooh! Ahh!" Ashley cried pretending I was hurting her.
"Thank you Mr Thompson," said Miss Pemberton. "I think our naughty little girl has been punished enough."
Ashley stood and turned, treating me to a full frontal view of her completely naked body. She had a full but neat dark bush of fresh cunt hair between her legs. As if suddenly conscious that I was ogling her naked body Ashley put her hands behind her back, spread her legs slightly and rocked sensuously on her feet.
"Is this how you're imagining seeing me when you're looking at me in class Mr Thompson?" she asked, giving me another of her mischievous little smiles. Then she gasped "Go on ... touch my cunt and tits!"
