Spanking the Bratty Student
I stood naked in my classroom as the strict, ball-busting Dean Madeline Brown stood in the doorway, arms folded across her blouse, her blonde hair done up in a severe bun. Her glasses perched on her nose, her hazel eyes hard. Her red lips were pursed tight.
Too tight.
I was so busted.
Ms. Teller, the new teacher that I had a crush on, was busy eating out the creampie I had left in Charlie's pussy. The black-hair girl was squirming in delight as the teacher did that. My heart pounded. I had been caught with one of my college student. I was in so much trouble. This was my career over with. I was done.
"Come with me right now, Mr. Miller!" Dean Brown hissed. Her words sent dread pouring down my spine. An icy fear that sent a shiver through me.
"Okay," I said and went to my pile of discarded clothes to get dressed. I grabbed my boxers and went to step in them.
"NOW!" she snapped. Her voice cracked through the room.
I jumped and flinched. I swallowed. Could the belt even save me from her fury?
She turned and marched out of the classroom. Naked, which made me feel horribly exposed as I left her classroom, I hurried after her. My cock bobbed before me. My heart beat with terror as I walked after her, my bare feet slapping on the floor. Anyone could see me like this. It was so uncomfortable.
In my classroom, I had been in charge. It had been my domain. I ruled there thanks to that belt or whatever insanity had permeated the world, but out here... I was away from it. I didn't feel protected by being the "Best Teacher" any longer.
I caught up with her as she strode down the hallway, her heels clicking. Classes were over, the building nearly empty. We passed dark classroom after dark classroom as she kept up her brisk pace. I swallowed, my mouth so dry.
"Do you know Cassandra Ruiz?" she asked.
I frowned, struggling to remember if I had. "Yes," I said slowly. "I had her... two years ago. When she was a freshman. She was not a great student, if I recall."
"She's gotten worse," Dean Brown said. "She's skipping class, getting low grades if not outright flunking, and now I've caught her smoking a joint in the bathroom."
"I see," I said. Dean Brown had zero tolerance for drugs.
"I've suspended her many times, and it has done nothing," continued Dean Brown. "All I'm left with his expulsion."
"That's... extreme," I said.
"It will ruin her life." The dean shook her head, her hoop earrings swaying. "Not that she hasn't come pretty damn close to doing that on her own. But there has to be another way." She glanced at me, studying me as we walked. "I hear you spanked Veronica Smythe,
and
you got her mother to walk out of the college with a smile instead of threatening to call the police and spending twenty minutes screaming in the administrative office." A smile flickered on her tight lips. "You're some kind of miracle worker, Mr. Miller."
I blinked at that. So my belt's power spread even to the dean. "Have you tried spanking her?"
This caused Dean Brown to shudder and her cheeks blossomed bright red. "I've... never had the courage to spank a student."
But she had wanted to. I wasn't surprised. I bet she spanked her own children. "Let me teach you."
She shot me a look then smiled and nodded. "I think that would be the perfect way to deal with unruly students. Especially the boys."
"So just follow my lead," I said as we rounded the corner and headed to the administration office. I no longer felt exposed and vulnerable naked. I felt in charge. The power I had coursing hot through my veins. I remembered Cassandra as a sexy Hispanic girl. My dick hardened again.
We passed the secretary's desk. She was putting some finishing touches up before leaving for the day. She smiled at us, and not phased that I was naked. After all, I was the "Best Teacher," so I must be naked for a reason.
This belt that little Chloe gave me was remarkable. I had to have a long, long talk with her when she showed up for my class tomorrow. Just have her sit her eighteen-year-old cunt on my dick and tell me all about it.
Dean Brown threw open the door to her office to find Cassandra slouching in a chair, feet on the desk. She had long, golden-brown thighs that led to a jean skirt that was must
barely
meet the college's dress code. She was staring at her phone, a smug smile on her lips. She knew we were here and didn't care as we flanked her chair. She had on a tight, red crop top that hugged her round breasts.
"Sup, teach," she said, glancing at my dick. She blinked at that then glanced up at me. "Mr. Miller. I... It's been a while."
Her change was palpable. She stopped playing with her phone and stared at me with a mix of fear and eagerness. Her brown eyes met mine, her bleached-blonde hair spilling about her face. She had delicate cheekbones and a small button nose.
"Phone," I said, thrusting out my hand.
She handed it to me, her hand shaking. She swallowed. "You're angry at me, Mr. Miller?"
Dean Brown arched an eyebrow as Cassandra slapped the phone in my hand. I then tossed it to Dean Brown who moved around her desk, opened a drawer, and tossed it inside. Cassandra swallowed, her breathing quickening.
"I'm not angry, Cassandra, I'm just disappointed."
She swallowed and looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miller."
"You have backslid so much since I taught you. You're ruining your life. I have to do something to stop that. Intervene. I can't allow even one of my students to fail. So, are you going to do what I say?" An idea formed in my mind. "Are you going to accept your punishment and be a better student? A better person."
She swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Miller."
Dean Brown had a look of awe on her face at the transformation in her problem student's behavior. The belt buckle's effect, warping reality and mind-controlling everyone that I met, were powerful. My dick throbbed.
"Then strip naked," I said. "Right now. Get that ass out of the seat and get ready to be spanked."
"Y-yes, Mr. Miller," she gasped and bolted up. Her seat scooted back. Her jean skirt slid down her thighs a few more inches. They were such gorgeous thighs.
I would have to recommend that the girl's dress code be changed. No more pants. Tight shorts and short skirts were a must. Panties could be optional. But only if they were sexy panties. And tight tops. Belly shirts. Even tube tops. Maybe just even wearing a bra, if they were cute and sexy enough.
But that was for later. For now...
I smiled as Cassandra pulled off her top. She exposed a flat stomach and a black bra cupping her round tits. My dick twitched with excitement. I was so eager to see her naked. A smile spread on my lips as she tossed her top on the table and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders.
Her round, golden-brown breasts came into view. I moaned at the sight of their youthful perkiness. Her dark-brown nipples thrust out hard, each pierced by silver barbells. I groaned seeing those. They were so wicked.
"Piercings?" asked Dean Brown.
"She's just expressing herself," I told her. "We should talk about amending the female student dress code. If they could express themselves, I bet we'd see their behavior change."
"Interesting," she said. "We'll talk later."
I nodded, my eyes flashing to her wedding ring. I had already fucked one married woman today. Dean Brown was a sexy MILF. Just delicious to see. My cock ached at the thought of burying into her pussy even as Cassandra undid the fastener of her jean skirt.
She shoved off the denim skirt, her perky tits quivering. I loved how the piercings flashed. The skirt fell down her thighs. She had on a black thong that vanished into her crack and had lacy ruffles around the edges. Just the sort of panties the students should wear.
The girl shoved those off next, bending over more, Her rump plump and delicious. A peach that just begged to be spanked. She rolled her thong down her thighs and let the skimpy cloth drop past her knees, wiggling her legs to work them off before stepping out of them.
"Bend over the desk," I said, my cock so hard.
"Yes, Mr. Miller," Cassandra moaned. She pressed her pierced nipples and round breasts onto the smooth surface of Dean Brown's desk. That gorgeous ass, a shade of brown lighter than the rest of her body, just begging to be spanked.
Dean Brown stared at that ass, her cheeks bright red. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She was turned on by the prospect of delivering a spank. Her hand opened and closed, her breathing quickening. She had large breasts beneath that silk blouse of hers.
"Now," I said, putting my hand on my student's rump. I felt the silky warmth of her skin. "You want to apply each spank with a firm slap on her rump. Alternate butt-cheeks for full effect. Let the student really feel the effect."
I drew back my hand.
SMACK!
Cassandra gasped, her bleached-blonde hair fluttering as her head tossed. My dick throbbed as her rump darkened.
"See," I said. "A firm spank will make them quiver."
I lifted my hand. It blurred down at her other butt-cheeks.
SMACK!
"Mr. Miller!" she gasped, her back arching.
Peeking between her thighs, I could see her shaved pussy slit. And her clit was pierced, a silver ring threaded through the pink bud peeking out surrounded by her brown vulva. Juices coated her piercing and her petals.
"It's okay if she gets wet," I said.
"Or hard?" Dean Brown asked, her eyes intense behind her glasses.
"Or hard," I said. If she wanted to spank the boys' asses, that was her business. It was her school. "After you're done spanking them. Reward them for submitting with pleasure. Finger the girl, or blow the guy, or you can even eat out her pussy. Or fuck her."
"Ride their cocks?" Dean Brown asked. "Make them sit on their spanked rumps and work my pussy up and down their big dicks."
I stared at her. "Don't you have sons?"
"Three boys," she said, her breasts rising and falling.
"Well, don't be afraid to treat them like students," I said, my dick so hard. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. She would spank her boys, wouldn't she? Just slap her hand down on their rumps then fuck them. She had some deep fantasies in her.
"That is wonderful advice," said Dean Brown. "It's my job as a mother and an administrator of this college to make sure the younger generation is raised right."
"Exactly," I said, my cock so hard. She was quite an interesting woman. "Now, Cassandra, turn so that your rump faces Dean Brown and stay bent over. Put your hands on your knees to brace you."
"Yes, Mr. Miller," she said, her rump clenching. She turned in place, swinging her head out until she was staring right at my cock, her ass aimed at Dean Brown. The naughty cutie licked her lips as she stared at my big dick.
