Lesson

He walked over and sat down on her bed, gesturing for her to walk towards him. When she was a few steps away, he held up a hand to stop her.

"OK," he said, his voice already deepening in his excitement, "that's far enough. Now I want you to take your blouse and skirt off for me while I watch."

He was pleased to note that she immediately lifted her hands to start undoing the buttons of her shirt. He wasn't so pleased though when she started swaying awkwardly, in a very bad impression of a stripper.

"No," he snapped, "don't undress like you're being paid to turn me on. Undress like you normally would, just a little slower."

Looking slightly relieved that he wasn't expecting her to dance she did as he asked, unbuttoning her shirt and slowly pulling it open, exposing her perky tits and dusky pink nipples. As he had already noted, they were pebbled and erect with excitement. She slowly slid the shirt behind her, allowing it to slip off her arms and fall to the floor.

"Now the skirt," he said. He saw her shiver slightly at his words. The room was warm, so he realised she was getting excited.

She unzipped her skirt and pushed it down past her hips, then gave a little wriggle to encourage it to slide down and pool around her feet. He didn't know why, but that wriggle really turned him on. Maybe it was the unconscious way in which she did it, like it was something she did every day.

She stood in front of him wearing just her knee high white socks, and a tiny scrap of white panties, so lacy and flimsy she might as well have gone without. But the contrast of those sexy panties against the childish knee high socks was startlingly erotic. His cock throbbed hard within the tight confines of his pants, and he took a moment to adjust himself, noting with satisfaction how quickly her eyes were drawn to his movement, and how her pupils widened just slightly.

"Okay," he said, "that was really good and very sexy. Your beautiful little body makes me so hard and achy. Come here baby girl."

She stepped towards him, pausing briefly to shake her feet free of her skirt, and paused a step away. As he was sat on the bed her head was slightly higher than his. Not by much though, compared to his six foot she was really tiny. He mouth was lined up perfectly with those lickable nipples of hers.

"I want you to put your hands behind your back," he said, "and clasp your hands together. I know you might want to touch, but if I'm going to teach you properly I can't have any distractions. No talking either. Understood?"

"Yes sir," she said, immediately clasping her hands behind her, which had the added bonus of thrusting her tits forward towards his face. He genuinely couldn't believe his luck with this girl. She had been so naughty and disobedient in class, he was convinced he had a brat on his hands. But she was turning out to be so perfectly submissive. He had a feeling he could do anything he wanted to her, violate her in every way imaginable, and she would still come back for more.

Deciding to ease her in slowly, he leaned forward and started to give her nipples the attention they so clearly craved. Holding her still with one hand on her hip, he used his other hand to tweak and tug at one erect bud, sucking the other one into his mouth and torturing it with his tongue. She started to moan almost immediately, and he could tell she was squeezing her thighs together a little tighter.

Excited at the thought of her arousal, he grew a little rougher, and nipped at her swollen nipple with his teeth. It wasn't much of a bite, he barely grazed her, but she leapt backwards in shock, and blurted out "ow, you bit me!"

Quick as a flash he was up off the bed and towering above her. He clapped one hand over her mouth, and grabbed her throat with the other.

"Did I not just fucking tell you no talking?" He roared, leaning close to her face for emphasis. Her eyes grew impossibly wide, and tears immediately sprang out of them. He could feel her lower lip quivering under the palm that was stopping her from speaking.

He stepped back towards the bed, pulling her with him. Getting so close to her face he could see his reflection in her wide eyes, he said "you need to remember your position young lady. You are the pupil. I am the teacher. I give commands, you obey them. I tell you not to talk, you stay silent. I tell you to suck my dick, you choke on it. I tell you to jump, you ask me HOW FUCKING HIGH."

These last words were so loud and so forceful that she flinched away from him. Tears were pouring down her face now, and he realised he could feel her trembling under his hands. He slowly removed his hand from her throat, but kept the other hand over her mouth.

"Now," he said, his voice deep with the arousal that scaring her had caused. "I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. You will not say anything, or make any sound at all. Understood?"

She nodded under his hand, so he removed it and sat back down on the bed. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him. She stood there trembling, 18 years old but looking so young and vulnerable, dressed in her child like socks and adult like panties. Tears streaked down her face, and he could tell from the way she kept swallowing that she was fighting not to sob out loud. She wouldn't realise it of course, but to him she had never looker sexier than in this moment right here.

Looking into her eyes though, he realised that she was genuinely terrified. Worried he may have pushed too fast too soon, he made an effort to gentle his voice, and held out his hands to her.

"I'm sorry babygirl," he crooned to her, keeping his voice as soothing as possible. "Sir has a bad temper sometimes, but I didn't mean to frighten you. Come here..."

Tentatively she took a hesitating step forward, her hands reaching out for his. As soon as her little palms touched his much bigger ones, he had to fight the instinct to drag her into his lap. Instead he pulled her forward until she stood between his spread legs, and wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against her soft little breast.

"Ssshhh," he whispered, gently stroking her back to calm her. "It's OK baby, I've got you."

Gradually her trembling ceased. When her arms, which had been hanging her side, crept up and wrapped around his neck he knew he had her. Turning his face slightly he gently sucked her nipple, which was still pebble hard, and then nibbled on it as gently as he could. After a few seconds she moaned and completely relaxed in his arms.

As soon as he felt her relax, he rolled onto the bed, taking her with him. She squeaked in shock as she suddenly found herself lying on top of him. Her muscles tensed, and he could tell she wanted to clamber off, but she stayed put. He chuckled and rolled further, lying her down on the bed next to him.

"Stay here for a moment little one," he said, unconsciously keeping his voice low and gentle, as if she was a startled animal. Little did she know she was, he was the predator, and she was his prey...

Rolling off the bed, he walked over to the bag he had bought with him, which he had dropped in his shock over all the pink in the room. Reaching down he removed something, careful not to let her see, and slipped it into his pocket. Strolling back over to the bed, he lay back down, his head on the pillow next to hers. She stared at him, her big eyes still watery from her crying.

Leaning towards her, he was pleased to note that she flinched ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly. She probably didn't even realise she had done it. Reaching out he smoothed her hair back from her face and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, eliciting a noise from her that sounded almost like a kitten mewl. A smile started to spread across her face.

Quick as a flash, the hand caressing her hair slid round behind her and grabbed the arm that wasn't against the mattress. Pulling hard he flipped her so she was suddenly lying on her front, her squeal of shock and outrage cut off by her face squishing into the pillow.

As he pulled her he was already moving, pushing himself up with his other arm, and moving towards her to straddle her thighs. Now she was on her front her other arm was free so he grabbed it, and clasped both her fragile wrists in his one big hand. His other hand reached into his pocket, and pulled out the handcuffs that he had placed there. Without preamble he slipped them around her wrists, tightening them as far as possible. Maybe too far given the squeak of pain he heard her make, which made him give a wicked smile. A little bit of pain never killed anyone, and he was going to show her how pain could so easily be turned into pleasure.

He knelt beside her on the bed, watching her as she squirmed. She hadn't actually said anything yet, but he could tell it was coming, so he pre-empted her.

"It's ok little one," he murmured in what he hoped was a soothing voice, which wasn't easy given how aroused and primal he was feeling. "This is all part of the lesson. You don't need to be scared."

She turned her face to him, her eyes filled with tears again, lower lip trembling. Her face conveyed her confusion and fear perfectly. He was already hard within the confines of his trousers, but seeing her look so pathetic and frightened made his cock jerk hard.

"I know you're confused right now," he said, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face. "The thing is sweetheart, you disobeyed me. If you did that in class I would have to punish you. This is no different. You talked when I told you not to, so now you need punishing like the naughty girl you are. Do you know how naughty girls who play grown up games are punished?"

She shook her head frantically, big wide eyes pleading with her to set her free. Impressively she didn't speak. Looks like she was learning.

He knelt up higher so he loomed over her as she lay there. "Naughty girls who play grown up games get a good, hard spanking," he said, his grin turning evil as he watched the understanding dawning on her face. She started to squirm frantically, desperately trying to move away from him.

"And that," he said with a low chuckle, "is why you needed to be handcuffed my love."

To be continued...