You are in detention in the school library. You just turned eighteen and you hate school. Your assignment is dull and your attention drifts. You eye the bookshelves, scanning the titles for something interesting. You pick out a big old art book with pictures. As you bring it from the shelf, something slips from within the bindings. A sheaf of glossy pages hit the floor. Scrambling to pick them up, something turns in the pit of your stomach as your brain begins to process the brief flash of imagery before you. Skin, a woman's glossy red lips, fishnet webbing, a man's broad back. It's pornography. You feel panic stricken. The blood is pumping in your head and ears. You wedge the illicit pages back into the art book and return to your desk. There is nobody else there but you. You long to take another peek at the pages. Butterflies swoop and soar. You are hardly breathing as you reopen the book. Your mouth dries and you stare, transfixed as your trembling fingers turn the shiny pages.
On the first page, there are 4 photo panels like a cartoon strip. The first image is of a woman, a ridiculous caricature of glamour. Impossibly high hair, impossibly red lips pouting. Two enormous breasts jutting out of a rhinestone bodice, big brown nipples glistening and erect. You feel a twitch in your panties and you shuffle in your chair uncomfortably. The woman in the picture has her hand out in front of her. She has long claw like finger nails and many flashy rings. You can hardly register any of it. Your attention is riveted on the enormous red root of cock that is grasped within her gaudy fist. The swollen head erupts from her grip. Shiny, taught and wet. The woman eyes the huge prick with total lust. You begin to feel your gusset moistening as you drink in the scene. You turn your attention to the next panel. You let out a reflexive little moan as you take it in.
The same woman, almost the same pose only this time the big dick is gone. Or rather not visible for the most part as it is being stuffed almost to the hilt down the glamour girl's throat. You can see the bulge in her cheek as the bloated cock head distends it. Her eyes are closed but you see the tear tracks on her cheeks. Your pussy is flowing freely and your nipples tingle under your T-shirt. Almost subconsciously you allow your hand to wander up your thigh. Your little skirt rides up as you sneak two delicate fingers under the gusset of your now saturated panties. The heat radiates from your weeping pussy, as you find your clit and nudge it a little. On panel three Glamour girl is bent double. Now you see the man. Brawny, buzz cut. Big hands cupping her ass cheeks as he impales her with his prick. Stuck in her from behind like a dog. You frantically strum your clit as you examine the picture with full attention. Too absorbed to register the tell tale squeak of the library door.
"What do you think you are doing?"
My voice growls behind you. You practically fly out of the chair in shock. Spazzing out, you knock the book flying and for the second time the porno pages scatter across the floor. You make to rise. My strong hand bears down on you shoulder. You are pinned to the chair.
"Don't move...What's going on here?"
I reach down and pick up the pages. Instantly recognizing it for what it is. My mind is racing nearly as fast as yours is. My grip remains on your shoulder. Firm and steady, slightly squeezing. I am about to do something I really shouldn't do. My pulse quickens.
"Have you been a bad girl?"
My tone is vaguely sarcastic and generally nasty.
"You've been looking at nasty pictures and masturbating. Unbelievable. Where did you get this filth, you nasty little girl?"
I don't give you a chance to respond. Now there is menace in my voice.
"I think you have. I think you have been looking at pictures of cocks and pussies and assholes and touching yourself."
I emphasize the words; cocks, pussies and assholes, for effect. It seems to work.
You looking wildly back at me. Blue eyes wide. Breath shallow. You stammer.
"No...No...it's not mine...I, err..."
"Don't lie. You are in deep trouble as it is. I know what you have been doing. And I'll bet your exam result there's evidence in your panties to prove it."
I turn the screw.
"Stand up and bend over. I'm going to inspect your panties. If there is a wet spot it's all over isn't it? I said, isn't it?!"
You nod your head meekly. You still hold my gaze but your wide eyes have changed. There in the deep blue, almost imperceptible, a little fleck of burning orange glints out at me.
You stand and bend. You shiver as I raise the hem of your short skirt exposing your panty clad ass. I see the wet spot immediately but I want this scene to play out. It is now one hundred percent sexual and we both know it.
You are hardly breathing as I move my fingers to your crotch. I cup my hand over your little school girl pussy and feel its heat. Little wisps of hair peep out from your panty elastic. I start to finger your pussy.
"You're a bad girl. Soaking wet and nasty. I think you know you need to be punished."
You know what's coming. The anticipation is thick. At last I raise my hand and let it fall against your hot little ass. Spanking you.
"You horny little slut." I drawl. "You need to be taught a lesson."
My hand alternates between stinging slaps on your ass and rudely fingering your hot little snatch. I dip my thumb in your asshole and you gasp. I feel like I'm in some sort of heightened state. Super alert, in the moment and very, very turned on. Your head is buried in your arms. I'm not sure if you are crying.
I grasp the back of your head firmly in my big hand and twist it up and around, forcing you to look at me. With my other hand I grab the big bulge in my pants and thrust it toward you.
"Now look what you've done. You whore. You've given teacher a big fucking boner."
I sound like a pantomime villain. I'm laying it on thick. For a brief second I worry one of us might burst out laughing. Then I remember that as far as you are concerned this is anything but funny. You must be terrified, outraged, humiliated. Yet your pussy continues it's flush. And the fleck of orange glows hot.
I take your hand and force you to touch my thrusting hard-on, so obscenely visible through my slacks. You feel it pulsing in its confinement. It feels big and very alive.
"You little tease. Look at this big dick. See how hard you made it? I know you want to see it properly. Don't you, slut?"
This is now going all the way. You can only nod slowly.
I grab a fistful of your hair and pull you to your knees in front of me.
