Teacher Spanks the Bitchy Mother
"You're Mrs. Smythe?" I asked as I stood over two of my freshman math students. Lottie and Jordan had my cum dripping down their faces. I was glad it wasn't Dean Brown. She was a strict disciplinarian.
Today had become... surreal. And it was corrupting me fast. I could get away with doing anything, it seemed, under the guise of being the best teacher. My female students were all eager to do naughty things with me. And the mother of one of them was here. Angry.
Veronica's mother. The bratty girl I had spanked and fucked. The first one I had touched. Crossed that line that no teacher should with a student--no man in a position of power should with a younger woman. Her mother marched towards me, her short bob of black hair swaying about her face. Her hazel eyes were hard, her mature face burning with anger. Her big breasts jiggled in the tight, red dress she wore.
Veronica moved behind her mother, a wicked smirk on the busty, black-haired girl's face. Her hips swayed, her short skirt swirling about her thighs.
Fear swirled around my stomach. Here I was naked, having just molested two more of my students, a third sitting on her desk after just being fucked by me. I swallowed. Did the belt not work on parents, just students.
"H-how can I help you?" I stammered, not sure what to do. I was fucked. Done for.
"How
dare
you do that to my daughter!" Mrs. Smythe snarled, her large breasts jiggling as she stopped before me. She planted her hands on her hips, her eyes so fierce.
"I didn't mean for--"
"What right do you have to confiscate her phone?" the woman demanded.
I blinked. "Her phone? You're not angry that I spanked her? Fucked her?"
"I don't tell you how to teach," the woman hissed. She jabbed her finger into my chest. I winced at the sharp nail. "My daughter
needs
her phone. When I saw that she wasn't posting on Instagram, I became so worried. I ran down here to find out what had happened to her only to learn that
you
took her phone. That's
her
property!"
"But you don't care that I spanked your daughter when she was acting out in my class?" I asked.
"I don't give a fuck if you whip her ass red just so long as she can post about it on Instagram. How can she succeed as an influencer if she's not posting all the time? How
dare you
take her phone. This is her future you are fucking with!"
She jabbed me again.
"Now hand it over!" she snarled. "Now!"
I stared at her and shook my head. The fear that I was about to get in trouble for fucking my students or spanking them melted away. This woman was angry over this? I sneered at her. "That's the future you want for your daughter. A shallow and pathetic one?" I flicked my gaze up and down her. "You want her to be a trophy wife like you?"
"Yes!" Mrs. Smythe snarled. "That's how a woman gets a head. Now give me back her phone right now, or I'll speak with your dean and get you fired."
"You're going to get me fired for confiscating a student's phone when she's not supposed to use it in class?" I demanded. "Is that correct?"
"Yes!" Her face twisted in fury. "You will give it back to her right now, or I mean it. I will talk to your dean and call the police. Have you been arrested for stealing her property?"
"She would get it back after classes," I said, staring at her. "It's school policy that we can--"
"What?" she demanded. "That you can steal
my
daughter's future? That's school policy? No! I won't stand for this. Hand over the phone, or I will call the police." She pulled out her own phone. "Right now. I'll do it. Then you'll pay!"
I just laughed.
"Don't do that!" she hissed, her face turning red. "You don't know how much trouble I can heap on you. You don't know who my husband is. He has powerful friends. They'll make your life miserable. Hand over the phone and apologize for stealing it, or else."
"Class, I'm sure you have all heard about the phenomenon," I said, turning to my freshman students. "But this is a Karen."
Snickers ran through the classroom.
"How dare you use that racial epitaph on me!" snarled Mrs. Smythe.
"Racial?" her daughter asked. "Your both White, Mom."
"Stay out of this!" she snapped. "I'm getting your phone back from this horrible man."
I felt more and more confident and started removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. As I undressed, I said, "A Karen is a person that has gone all their lives acting like a spoiled child and being rewarded for it. Their parents gave into their temper tantrums--"
"Temper tantrums!" snarled Mrs. Smythe. She shook with anger. "Apologize right now, or you'll be sorry!"
"They expect that shouting and blustering and making threats over the most minor slight to their perceived power is enough for them to run to their parents. Or the police, in this case." I took off my shirt. "It's sad that they have stalled in their development. They have yet to realize that acting like a spoiled child doesn't work forever."
"Ok, that's it," she said. "I'm calling the police. They are going to arrest your ass. Call
me
a Karen!"
The students were laughing now, including Lottie and Jordan, my cum spilling down their faces.
"Stop it!" she shrieked, staring at them. "I'll get you all in trouble. I know your parents. You think you'll get away with this. Be quiet!"
"This is how you deal with a Karen that bursts in on your class," I said and advanced.
"Stay away from me," she gasped, recoiling back. "You can't touch me. You'll get in so much trouble."
"You know, I don't think I will," I said as I seized her by the shoulders. "I'm the world's best teacher. And you need to learn a lesson."
She gasped as I turned her and shoved her at my desk. She stumbled into it and gasped, half-bending over it. Her red dress clung to her curvy rump. I planted a hand between her shoulder blades and shoved her down over my desk.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "You can't do this to me. I'm not one of your students."
"Everyone is a student," I growled. "Everyone has something to learn. Especially you, Mrs. Smythe. So stop struggling. You are getting spanked for being a bitchy Karen."
My students clapped and whooped. Lottie and Jordan stood nearby, my cum dripping down their faces. Veronica watched with hungry eyes. The nineteen-year-old slut had started this all with her slutty behavior and demanding to be spanked by me.
She licked her lips, her eyes so hungry.
"No, no," Mrs. Smythe gasped. "Don't you know who my husband is?"
"Nope," I said and ripped up her skirt. I pulled it over her rump to reveal a lacy, purple thong dipping into her butt-crack and molding to her pussy lips. God, was she shaved? "I don't give a fuck who your husband is. You walked into
my
classroom and acted like a cunt. You have to be punished to learn your lesson."
"I told you he was the best teacher, Mom," moaned Veronica, such a wicked smirk on her lips. "Enjoy your spanking."
She hadn't been smirking at me gleeful that I was about to get in trouble. No, no, she was smirking because she knew her mother was about to get spanked. That her mother was going to get her ass warmed by my hand. She was eager for it.
"No, no, you can't do this," pleaded Mrs. Smythe. "I'm an adult. I'm not a student. A girl. Please, please, I won't call the police."
"I know you won't," I said and hooked her thong. I pulled it out of her butt-crack and dragged the waistband over her rump. "But you need to learn there are consequences to actions."
I dragged her thong over her rump and down her thighs. My eyes fell on her shaved twat, her pussy lips thick and darkening. Already, beads of excitement adorned her folds and... A gold ring pierced her clit. I blinked at that.
I hadn't expected that a mother of one of my students would have a clit piercing. I had never seen one outside of porn before. I stared at the jewelry, my heart racing and my dick throbbing at the sight of this bitchy MILF with one.
"Jesus," I said as I grabbed it and tugged.
"No, no," gasped Mrs. Smythe. "Don't do that. I'm so sensitive there."
"Holy fuck, your mom has a pierced clit," Lottie said, leaning forward, my cum running over her features. She licked her lips to gather up more of it. "Damn."
"Wow, that's wild," Jordan said.
"Mom," Veronica said in some surprise. "A pierced clit. That's pretty kinky."
"It's none of your business," Mrs. Smythe said. "This is embarrassing. I already said I won't call the police. You don't have to spank me. Please, please, please, don't spank me."
"Now she's employing tears to get a 'father' figure to feel pity for her and stop what he's doing," I lectured to my class. "She probably was spoiled by her father who wouldn't let any punishment befall his little girl. She's still stuck in that mindset even now that she's approaching forty."
"I'm twenty-nine!" gasped Mrs. Smythe.
Her daughter rolled her eyes. "Yep. Twenty-nine for ten years running."
"Please, please," whimpered Mrs. Smythe. "You don't have to spank me. I can suck your cock, Mr. Miller. How about that?"
I drew back my hand, staring at her plump, tan rump. She didn't have any tan lines.
"Please, please, I'll even let you fuck me," she moaned. "How does that sound? You fucked my daughter. Now see where she got such an amazing pussy from."
Veronica shook her head ever so slightly and mouthed, "Spank the bitch."
My hand hurtled down.
"I'll even--"
SMACK!
Mrs. Smythe's head tossed. Her butt-cheeks clenched as they jiggled. She gasped in pain as she received her first ever punishment in her life. She tossed her head, whimpering through it.
"No, no," she wailed. "I don't like this. Please, please, stop."
"I have to discipline you," I growled. "You're a mother!"
