Becoming The Teachers Pet Ch 02

"Oh god, this is worse than waiting at the café," murmurs Amelia, bouncing from heel to heel buzzing with excitement. Goose bumps rising from the cool air on her exposed flesh, desperately wishing she hadn't worn her pink thong. Although very pleased it got her a scolding, the dominant audio files she tried on soundgasm were nothing compared to the real thing.

Reaching down rubbing the spot where Claire smacked her, everything has been so intense her body is practically burning with desire. So much she has to squeeze her thighs together. "It's only been a few minutes right?" Standing there a particularly naughty idea comes to mind.

Straining her ear for footsteps she sighs in relief. With the coast apparently clear Amelia slowly slides her hand down the front of her panties, "Jeez I'm fucking soaked," she mutters. Not entirely surprised either, with absolutely no shame Amelia begins rubbing herself frantically while whispering over and over, "Miss Parker."

Stifling back a moan, praying she can finish before Claire returns. However Claire is much closer then she thinks. In truth she is sitting directly behind her, having immediately slunk her way back in the room without Amelia noticing. I mean who would pass up the opportunity to check out a girl this gorgeous?

Relaxing in her favorite chair the older woman is perfectly content to watch the voluptuous young lady squirm in anticipation of what's to come. But upon seeing that hand disappear into her panties Claire can't decide if she's flattered or displeased. On one hand she is incredibly happy that she can faintly hear Amelia whispering her name, but on the other hand little girls do not touch themselves without permission. Claire decides that there's no greater time like the present to teach this her particular rule.

Quietly sneaking up behind the moaning girl, her breath is ragged she can tell Amelia is about to cum "Perfect." She thinks a diabolical smirk on her face.

"Miss Parker, please! I'll be a good girl!" Mutters Amelia she's so fucking close, just a few more seconds.

"Amelia Jacobs, Just what do you think you are doing?"

Startled, Amelia whips around to find Claire standing right in front of her. Panicking she realizes her hand is caught in her panties "I-I-I-I-" Is all she can stutter out, caught like a dear in headlights. Wrestling her hand free of her panties Amelia continues stuttering, "I was.... I mean I did....It's not." Rambling, she doesn't know what to say, having never been this humiliated for real before her brain simply can't handle what's going on.

Amelia feels a gentle warmth on her cheek, Claire, cupping it softly, giving her the same steely gaze. "Little one, I would like the truth please." Claire's voice so calm and authoritative just like when she was a teacher.

Inhaling deeply, Amelia, manages to finally spit out, "I-I I was p-playing with m-m-myself," her face slowly turned crimson, shrinking under Claries stare, piercing her like daggers. "I-im sorry i-i-I just couldn't help it." Her eyes clamped shut in the hopes it would somehow save her.

With her hands on her hips Claire begins to scold, "I am very disappointed in you young lady! I leave the room for a few minutes and this is what you do? Touching yourself like a dirty little hussy? No sir not in my house!"

Amelia's eyes remain shut while enduring her former teacher's stern words. Feeling as if she is in middle school once again, how could she be so stupid? She knew Claire was coming back but it just felt soooo good.

Her time reveling in this amazing new feeling is interrupted by a hand grabbing the waistband of her panties. "Wearing disgusting little undies like these are certainly no help." With a firm yank Claire rips the lacy little thong off Amelia's juicy bottom.

"Hey! What are you?" She begins to protest only to be silenced by a sharp smack.

"That is the last time you'll be wearing panties like these!" Smirking she quickly puts the ruined underwear in her pocket just before firmly grasping Amelia's ears once again. "You're going to regret that little stunt later you can count on it." Pointing a single finger towards the couch, she orders, "Bend over."

Sheepishly Amelia shuffles over to the couch, intensely aware she is only wearing a bra, muttering under her breath, "Those were my favorite panties." Hoisting herself up over the back of the couch leaving her now naked behind at her former teachers mercy.

"What was that brat?" Counters Claire not in the mood for any nonsense.

"Nothing NOTHING!" practically yelling fearful of any retribution after already earning Claries wrath.

"That's what I thought," huffs Claire, "I was going to give you a warm up but you just can't stop that snarky little mouth can you?" Raising her hand high she finally begins.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

"Eeeeek!" Squealing loudly at sudden volley of spanks to her bottom, she quickly throws her hand back to cover herself. Not that it accomplishes much before Claire grabs its holding it against her back.

"Nice try little girl, but that won't help you."

Left, Right, Left, Right, the spanks rain down on her jiggling cheeks, filling the room with her squeals. Every swat sending a jolt to her core, gritting her teeth, she tries to keep her dignity, but her dignity is no match for Claire's iron palm.

Kicking her feet frantically, feeling her bottom growing hotter by the second she relents, "Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Squealing loudly all self control now lost. "I'll be good! I won't do it again I promise!" Not realizing what she is saying, hoping for anything to stop the torment.

Claire however is not interested in her pleas preferring to instead scold the naughty girl resting her hand on her toasty tush "Oh you can bet your bottom about that." Delivering a particularly hard series of spanks she continues, "It's going to be early bedtimes, strict rules and cute dresses for you little girl!" Picking up the pace she really start to work up a sweat ensuring she drives her point home. "And you can count on me making sure those hands stay out of your panties, my little girls know better than that!"

This was finally enough to send Amelia over the edge, her tears beginning to flow under Claries merciless hand and harsh words. Sobbing, trapped over the couch, she manages to meekly choke out, "please.....no more." Her face damp from sobbing.

Knowing when enough is enough, Claire, rests her palms on the small of her back, softly cooing, "It's all over sweetie just let it out." Gently rubbing her bottom while Amelia attempts to regain her self control, but failing miserably.

Sobbing for a few moments over the couch, Amy stands. Turning, she attacks Claire with a hug, crying into her chest furiously. Reaching under her shirt Claire softly scratches Amelia's back causing the naughty little girl to melt in the older woman's arms until finally calming down. "You did such a good job taking that spanking baby girl, I'm so proud of you."

Claire sits them both down on the sofa and Amelia snuggles even deeper into her chest, her tears quickly a thing of the past. Replaced now with a look of contentment, almost bliss after what has transpired. She can't help but lean over and give the dazed girl the softest of kisses. Opening her eyes Amelia can only smile looking up at Claire.

Moving a stray piece of honey blonde hair from her face the former teacher asks, "So I have to ask was planned? or......." Trailing off but grinning wide while the little brats face turns absolutely scarlet.

Turning away Amelia rambles, "Well....I mean....I didn't.....It wasn't." Before finally covering her face with her hands and blurting, "No."

With her face covered the poor girl is unable to see the smug look crawl across the older woman's, not even trying to hide her joy at eliciting such a response from her charge she grins, "Well I think that deserves at least a little bit of a treat, don't you?" Sliding down to the floor she pushes open Amelia's legs forcefully, squealing and much to her further embarrassment Amelia's pussy is positively soaked after all that's occurred.

"CLLAAAIIIRRE!" she whines futilely, "I...I thought I wasn't allowed?" Peeking through fingers down at Claire, who stares back with hungry eyes.

"I said you're not allowed to touch yourself." She inches even closer to target "But I never said anything about me touching you now did I?" Claire squeezes her thighs tightly. "Now be quiet it's time for class to start." With a clever wink she buries her head deep between Amelia's thighs, making the voluptuous young woman squeal out.

"Oh fuck!"

Lifting her head up, slapping a thigh Claire scolds, "Language."

It's going to be a long night.