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Strapped Ch 03

Strapped Ch 03

by danielalexander
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The school horn wakes me up, I'm sure it's loud enough for the whole campus to hear. Part of the school routine.

"Ladies, remember today is the first quarterly inspection. I will be coming by to your rooms to make sure everything is in tip top shape. Please do not disappoint me."

This isn't the usual voice of the cordial Miss Briggs, it's more stern and deep. Perhaps another staff member would lead the inspection.

I don't take much note of that last message as I groan and drag my feet all the way to the shower. The reason I'm so tired is because of the promise I made to Mrs Higginbottom and Miss Briggs. I told them that I'd improve my grades in her class, so I spend most of my time studying. Studying English on top of the normal studying I put myself through, it leaves me rather drained.

In the week's that have passed, I have managed to do better in all my classes. Much to the surprise of my friends. Harriet and Janine told me they were having another slumber party today and this time I managed to call my Daddy to get permission.

He was kind when I called, asking the normal father-daughter questions. I told him everything is great and that the teachers were taking good care of me. He chuckled almost as if he understood exactly what I'd been saying. He said he wouldn't be able to come by for a while, but told me that he'd already made sure I had somewhere to stay during the winter break.

As I let the warm water drip down my body, I think about him. I can't help it sometimes, he always dominates my mind. Literally and figuratively, his face is so frightening that it makes me tingle inside. Oftentimes he sends me cute messages on my phone telling me that he is so glad he's able to be a part of my life. So I guess I have a little crush on my Daddy, and that's why I'm now rubbing my clit while thinking about him.

It's become a regular thing, especially on weekend mornings like this one. I place my fingers inside my tight wet hole and take the shower head. I place it right on my clit which is already sensitive just from thinking about my Daddy.

"Aww fuck Daddy, I've been a bad girl. You ready to punish me?" I whisper, "I've been a dirty little whore at school, letting the nasty teachers eat my wet pussy. Licking their tits, cunts and asshole's. Will you punish me Daddy?" I whimper some more.

Right as the water crashes into my clit and my fingers spread my tight hole. Penetration used to be an addition to what I did to my clit. Now it's so much more powerful given I'd lost my virginity to Miss Briggs' strapon. Now I had to have at least one finger, preferably two just slowly opening my tight cunt-hole.

"Aww ahh Daddy! Daddy!" I shout, knowing full well there's no one else in the room. "Aww fuck Daddy, you want to use me like they did. Fill my tight daughter cunt with your thick cock Daddy! Yes Daddy I'll take your big cock inside my horny little hole. My nasty little fuckhole, aww fuck yeah! Fuck me daddy!" I yell out some more... and that's when I hear my bathroom door open.

The fogged glass means I can't see who it is, but I can make out the feminine body shape. Soon enough the figure moves closer until I finally figure out who it is. She's wearing her glasses, alongside a long floral skirt. For a top, she has a purple jersey which is rather glamorously designed even though I imagine that's what she wears in her off-time. I'm surprised it's her because I've never seen her outside of a work suit.

"Mrs Higginbottom!" I scream, slightly violated by the sudden intrusion and disturbance from my impending orgasm. My teacher is not bothered by my raised voice. She instead just opens the bathroom door and wordlessly; effortlessly drags my naked and wet body out. She immediately shuts the shower before pulling me towards the main bed area of my room.

"Screaming Daddy in the morning, you disgusting whore!" She yells at me before shoving into the main area. This is where my unmade bed grabs my attention alongside the books all over the place. I'd fallen asleep before even considering the idea of cleaning my room. Now I am clearly in violation of the rules about all students having neat and tidy rooms.

Mrs Higginbottom's unpleasant expression is more than enough to make me realise the mistake I've made. Worse is the fact that of all the teachers to do inspection today, it has to be her. It's not that I don't like my dominant and aggressive English teacher. It's more to do with how critical she is about everything, and that even if I'd cleaned it she'll find something to be mad about. Then probably make me eat her wet cunt.

It's here the thought flashes into my head, not to mention the fact I'm wet and nude in front of her. My slightly curvy and medium sized body is absolutely bare for her to see. Mrs Higginbottom is not impressed by that either as she just inspects my living area. While I stand there naked, she pays me no mind whatsoever.

"I know you think that I'll let you off with a warning since you have been doing better in my class. Annie tells me you've been doing better in all your classes. I always knew you were a smart girl Clark," she says with an air of clear condescension for my efforts. It's almost as if she sees it as a matter of time, or maybe that's how she saw it.

I pick my head up, perhaps happy that I just got some form of compliment. It doesn't last long as Higginbottom further messes my room up, she pulls my folded clothes and tosses them all on the floor. Then drags my accessories off the dresser and on to the floor. Then removes my blankets from the bed, aggressively tugging my sheets and tossing them to the floor.

"Don't think for one second Clark that I have an interest in taking it easy on you. Annie is rather soft on you I think, and I need to make sure you can be a big girl. You think you know what it's like out there in the real world?" she asks presumptively.

I look at her timidly, not knowing what to say.

"A little deer like you will be eaten up by the nasty men and women outside these walls. I need you to develop a thick skin," she says and then approaches me. This is probably the first time she's taken full notice of my tattoos. "What an awful thing to do to your pristine skin, I don't know why you or Annie decided to get these atrocious things."

Mrs Higginbottom now moves on to further scrutinising my body but I'm not focused on her criticism. The thing that caught my attention is the fact my Principle has a tattoo. It's just I'd seen most of Miss Briggs body and I had never noticed any tattoo. Perhaps it's somewhere I never thought to look. It doesn't matter too much given Mrs Higginbottom isn't appreciative of such things and there's nothing I can do about that.

"What does this say?" she asks as she reads the quote, I glance at her and notice the small smirk on her face. It's brief but I see it, she probably likes what it says. Before I can take in the idea of impressing her she grabs me and turns my ass around. Then spots my tramp stamp, "Wow, you certainly do have the right mindset at least Clark. I'll give you that," she then spanks me. Hard, on my round butt then spreads my ass cheeks.

"Oh look at this," she continues spreading it. Then gets on her knees and eyes my asshole and pussy. "Oh my, what a nice tight bumhole you have," she gives my ass another hard spank before spreading my ass cheeks and evaluating my butt.

"Ahh!" I gasp as she forces a raw finger inside my ass. I inadvertently tighten around her finger which makes me wince in pain.

"Oh, wow... I can't wait to play with this hole Clark. You certainly have an enticing little asshole, now let's get to the usual activities."

I get one last hard spank, enough to get my butt cheeks ruby red. I don't wait long to see what she wants as she gets back on her feet, then slowly removes her sandals. She sits on the bed and invites me to come closer using her fingers (non-verbally).

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I silently follow her to the bed and she takes my auburn hair. She ties it up for me then slowly lifts her skirt. Surprisingly there's no panties and instead there's her smooth shaven cunt. It's glistening, suggesting perhaps my nudeness does have an effect on her. At least a little bit, and she doesn't need to tell me to dig in. I do that on my own, lapping her sweet juices

"Oh fuck yeah, you dirty whore. Get your tongue deeper, lick up my pussy juice," Mrs Higginbottom hissed. Her hand firmly on my head, having a handful of my hair while shoving me deeper into her pussy.

I get plenty of this treatment in class, but surprisingly less and less since I started to do better in school. Also I pay attention more so she can't pick on me as much, in fact I don't really remember the last time I ate her delicious wet pussy. Doesn't matter in this instance. I love tasting it. Her pussy is rather drippy for someone so very authoritative, she seems to love this more than she's willing to admit.

"Aww you fucking cunt licker, that's right Gabi... get in there! Get in there, ahh what a fucking pussy licker you've become. I love that nasty shit you do with your tongue," she says referring to how I swirl my tongue round her protruding clit before poking her pussy hole. She uses her fingers to spread her lips for me, allowing me to lap up the pretty pink folds of her wet pussy.

"You're going to come visit me and some of my mistress friends. They'll love taking your horny little mouth for a ride," Mrs Higginbottom says with a heavy breath. Clearly suggesting there's more of her which both frightens and excites me.

"Would you like that?" she asks as she pulls my head off her cunt.

"Yes mistress," I nod.

"Good, get back in there!" she says then stuffs her pussy in my mouth. It's here she gets particularly aggressive, deciding to ride my face. She holds it still; sliding and down my mouth while I keep it open with my tongue out. My face is now covered with my teacher's sticky pussy juices, from the bottom of my chin to the bridge of my nose.

"Aww you fucking whore, keep your mouth open and tastes my cunt juices. Aww you fucking whore... just let my cum drop down your throat." I not only get a taste but a huge whiff of the musky scent. It's intoxicating and makes me delirious. I don't know if I can even close my mouth at this moment. I stare up at her, watching her use her other hand to lift her jersey above her breasts. They pop out and bounce with each slide of her cunt on my face.

They're nice and round, her nipples are hard. They poke upwards and she starts pinching them as hard as she can. She also never removes her hand from my clumped up hair. I'm surprised how strong her arm strength is, like a clamp on my head.

"Aww fuck Gabi, almost there, almost fucking there you dirty whore. I'm going to cum now... ahh ahh!" Mrs Higginbottom finally reaches her edge and her intensity shoots up a notch as she desperately chases her orgasm. I can barely breath now, at this point pussy is all I can see, smell, and taste.

"Aww fuck! Gabi, keep your whore mouth open!" she says before moving her pussy away and drooling some saliva directly onto my extended tongue. "You're fucking dirty cunt-licker, get your tongue back here!" She pulls me back to her pussy, but also grabs my arm and directs my fingers into her pussy. Mine are smaller so I end up shoving three inside her.

"Ahh!" she gasps loudly, as my fingers enter her gash. Just then, I place my tongue on her clit and suck hard.

"Ahh fucking suck my wet fucking pussy you dirty bitch!" She yells from the top of her lungs. I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers and her hands squeeze insanely hard on my head. I can barely breath but I hold through, I'm reinvigorated by her loud moaning and I feel her pussy dripping cum all over my bed.

"Aww! Ahh! Ahh! Fuck! Gabi!" She gasps in delight and her body stiffens. Then her legs vibrate in response and she immediately pulls my moving fingers out. I watch her suck and lick her cum clean off my fingers. Then she shifts to me, pulling me up for our celebratory kiss.

Her tongue tastes like her succulent pussy, and her tasty mouth. I've never had a woman, or anyone spit in my mouth and oddly enough. I like it, I like the way it feels to be treated like a piece of trash like that. I feel so fucking horny being used to please my teacher like this. I'm her pet. I'm a dirty teacher's pet and I like it. I love it even. The way she uses my mouth as a cum rag.

Underneath all this is definitely an attachment, one where I feel that Mrs Higginbottom saw me as more than just another student. More than just a girl she likes to toy with, her kisses after her orgasm are always so passionate. Sometimes it feels like she's saying I love you with her mouth. They're wet, deep and sloppy. They mix the taste of our mouths and her pussy juices. I am now dripping just from doing it.

Almost like a flash of lighting, Mrs Higginbottom suddenly stops kissing me. Her look of disgust returns and the height of our passionate kisses hits its inevitable low. Without much warning she shoves me on my ass and gets herself properly dressed. Pulling her long skirt down and tucking her breasts back underneath her jersey. She gets up and puts her slippers back on.

"Clean this up you dirty disgusting twat, don't let me catch you with your room as filthy as this," she says with a humph.

I'm a bit downcast, sad because of the sudden disregard she has for me. I did my best to make her cum, and I am back to being some worthless good for nothing. Maybe I'm overreacting given I'm happy to have let her spit in my mouth a few minutes ago. Just, sometimes, especially after sex, I just need to be told I'm a good girl -- just once.

"Oh and good work in English Clark," she states before leaving. A small silver lining, enough to get me smiling again. Even motivates me to clean my room, as I get to it. I don't dry off or put anything on. Being naked is freeing, and I do manage to fix all my things before breakfast.

Breakfast

Deedee continues to perplex me as we eat breakfast. Once more I catch her stealing glances my way, and while I know she's shy. Most girls who are that small are and again I understand that I am intimidating. It makes talking to her awkward, especially given she's the only friend I have on campus. Funnily enough though, outside meals, we never talk to each other. She is someone who has been on my mind though.

Deedee is a small girl as I've noted, but she clearly doesn't have any reservations hiding that. Her blonde hair is often in pigtails, she usually wears rather frilly childlike clothing. She also likes to giggle and laugh at the silliest of things. Someone falling over almost always sends her into raptures and I even sense a mean streak in her. Oftentimes the misery of others makes her all too excited for someone I'd consider to be a semi grown adult.

Still, there's probably a lot more to her than meets the eye. So with some reluctance, I decide it's best to try and at least improve our relationship.

"Hey so I am going to a slumber party, do you think you can get your parents to sign you out and come with me?" I ask, almost immediately regretting it.

Deedee lights up, "Really?" She says with excitement.

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"Yeah, really." I say, reinforcing my request.

"Oh my gosh yes, I am so happy you invited me. I mean I thought maybe I was being too weird and pushy but then you come around and make the first step so maybe I wasn't being weird. I always wanted to tell you about the cool stuff I'm into like anime and K-dramas...ohh do you think we should wear matching outfits when we leave?"

Deedee rambles on and on the entire time we're eating, so much so I wonder if she even plans on eating her untouched food. I once again try to ignore her but realise having Deedee meet up with my other friends may be a bit of a problem. The Volleyball girls are more grounded and mature. I think I got along with them because I am a bit older than most of the girls here. Deedee is the opposite, she seems more immature than everyone here and given she started off by just sitting next to me with no rhyme or reason. It will be a hard sell to my other friends to try and get along with her.

Once I'm done I get up and Deedee follows me all the way back to my room.

"Um, you wanna come in?" I ask knowing full well that she has every intention to. My invitation has allowed her to be less insecure about our relationship. Even on the way here, she didn't even keep clear of me, rather she held my arm the entire walk back.

"Yes!" she says, jumping up and down in glee.

I unlock and open my room. Deedee runs right in and immediately jumps on the bed I just made in the morning. This annoys me but I am planning on packing before taking my weekend pass to the office and leaving the premises.

"Don't get too excited Dee, you need a weekend pass to leave," I say. I expect she doesn't have one and has to go through a lot of trouble to get it.

"Oh I have one already, Mom always lets me go whenever I want." It's a matter of fact. I assume it means she doesn't have to even deal with these trivialities.

"Really, who's your mom? People usually have to go to the Miss Briggs office on Friday, or Saturday morning before she leaves"

Deedee scoffs, "Silly girl, Miss Briggs is my Mom."

"What!" I shout in surprise.

"Oh yeah, people tend to stay away from me because they think that if they hurt me then Mom will get super mad and like, expel them or something. I knew that a girl like you, with your do whatever she wants attitude wouldn't be like that. So I finally have a friend, yay!" she claps her hand, still jumping on the bed.

"Well if I knew you were Miss Briggs' daughter, I probably would have stayed away too. You're not gonna get me in trouble with her, are you?"

"Oh no, I would never do that Gabi. When you're done we should go to my room, it's pretty pink and has lots of fun toys that I play with. You like Barbie's right, I heard that you came from an orphanage so you probably didn't get many toys to play with. I have so many that I can share?"

"How old are you Deedee!?" I ask, still in shock over how much of a child she is.

"I'm eighteen, why?"

"When did you turn eighteen?"

"Last year, silly, I know I'm small but come on. My boobs are showing, see." Deedee proceeds to pull up her top and reveals her small cute nipples which are now hard as rocks. I can't figure out why she's so turned on and maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.

"It's just, you're so baby-ish. It's kinda creepy," I am trying to at least make her see it from my point of view.

Deedee finally stops being excited. "I thought, you liked me?"

"I do, I sort of do Deedee. It's just that I don't play with Barbie's or watch cartoons."

"It's anime!" she snaps back.

"Sorry, anime or like toys..."

"I have other toys we can have fun with," she defends herself then gets off the bed and sits on it while pouting. "I don't get why you'd invite me to go with you to a slumber party if you'll just treat me like I'm a kid. I just like what I like, and I'm always being made fun of by others about it. Mom gets mad when they make me sad so people don't talk to me."

I walk closer to her, and sit beside her. "Okay, um do you like things that other teens like. Music, fashion, movies or maybe reality shows?"

"No, that stuff is so boring. Like who cares about stupid rich people anyway, they are all just as mean as the people at the school."

Deedee is rather distraught at the fact we don't share many things in common. Perhaps deep down she always knew we wouldn't, but I think her position has made her rather lonely at school. A black sheep like myself when I first arrived.

I still kinda am if I am being honest, and it makes sense she doesn't like rich people. Most of the people here are from rich families so why would she have any interest in celebrities if the mean people at school are the children of those celebrities.

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