'Take a seat Sarah,' she didn't look up as she slid into the wooden chair, her short tartan skirt left the tops of her thighs exposed to the cold, hard surface. 'I know you're in your last few months here and you think you're grown up now you're 18, but the rules are there for a reason Sarah and when you break the rules there are consequences.' Sarah rolled her eyes, she was so sick of this place she was so ready to get out of here. 'You need to write me an essay about taking responsibility for your actions and why rules are important.' As he spoke he couldn't help his eyes focusing on her round breasts, he was sure he could see her nipples was she even wearing a bra? This place was going to kill him!
The words started to flow but she was so bored, she noticed Mr Tulson looking at her and she decided to fuck with him. What could go wrong and she's only here for a few more months he couldn't get her in that much trouble. Her shirt was tight over her braless breasts she opened another button while Mr Tulson wasn't looking. When he looked up his eyes landed on her freshly exposed chest, she lifted her arms up in the air and stretched. Mr Tulson stood up and walked round to sit on the top of his desk, Sarah could see the bulge in his dark blue chinos growing. Looking down at the paper she smiled a wry, hidden smile and thought, this was fun.
Was she doing this on purposes? Was she trying to turn him on? It was fucking working, when she stretched he was so sure he saw a glimpse of her nipple. Now she was opening her legs under the table, he could see her white cotton knickers, her thighs were spread wide totally exposing her under her far too short skirt. That was it he had to see if this was for real. He stood up and walked over to the desk she was sat at, he stood behind her and leaned over to read what she was writing. There was a reason Sarah was in detention, she was very talented but so very lazy. He could see down her open shirt, her tits looked fucking amazing he wanted to grab her there and then, slam her over the table and fuck her tight little cunt.
This was so working, he was stood right behind her she knew he was looking down her top, so she leaned back making sure he could see more. Her crisp white skirt yawn as she moved so he had a better view of her pert, round breasts. As she leaned further back her shoulder touched his crotch and she was sure she could feel his hard cock. Had she taken this too far? She really wasn't experienced enough to be teasing a grown man like this, she started to feel nervous. He started to rub himself against her shoulder, she was getting more and more excited. Her nipples were hard and rubbing on her shirt, her pussy was already wet. Could she really be thinking of fucking her teacher?
His cock was rock hard rubbing on her shoulder, fuck he'd crossed a line now, he felt like he could have made himself cum humping her shoulder like a dirty old pervert. He stepped back, he didn't want miss out on the chance to fuck her. 'Sarah, did you open your shirt so I could see your breasts?' Her face flushed, she raised her head and looked up at him, her green eyes were wide he couldn't tell if she was excited or scared. He liked the thought she might be both. 'Sarah, answer me.' Now he could tell she was nervous she couldn't look him in the eyes anymore, with her head facing the table her red hair fell over her face as she answered him.
'Yes,' she said so quietly he could hardly hear her.
'Yes what Sarah?' His words were stern and his voice was harsh.
Her eyes rested on the floor as she whispered, 'Yes Sir'.
'So you have been trying to get me excited', he was excited, he could feel his breath speeding up, he tried to steady himself, 'is that because you want me to fuck you Sarah?'
She'd really gone and done it now! Could she really have sex with her teacher? 'Stand up Sarah.' Without hesitation she stood up she felt embarrassed she was so eager she could feel her face flushing again. Mr Tulson was sexy she couldn't believe this was happening, she had thought about him a lot, she thought she'd noticed his deep blue eyes staring at her before but she just passed it off as her crush on him. Should she risk a look? Her eyes flicked up at him, his hair was greying at the sides, she wasn't sure why but she had always loved grey hair on a man. She couldn't take her eyes away from his, 'Sarah,' as he took her chin in his firm hand, he squeezed tightly as he spoke, 'I think we might have to punish you in a different way. Bend over the table in front of you, pull your skirt up and place your hands on the table.'
Surely he didn't mean that? The look on her face must have said it all because the corner of his full beautiful lip lifted in a smirk and he raised his eyebrows to let her know he definitely did mean it. She turned slowly, facing the floor, how could he make her do this? Still as the thoughts were running through her head she turned to face the table she bent over and slipped her hands under her skirt, she slowly lifted her skirt over her white cotton knickers. With her round arse in the air she placed her hands on the cold wooden table in front of her and she took an audible deep breath.
Holy fuck! She was bent over the table in front of him her perfect arse right there in the air, he could feel his cock throbbing in his trousers. This was like a dream, a dream he had had far too often, these girls turn 18 and it was like they came alive. All he could think about was sinking his cock into her tight, wet cunt. 'Good girl, now you need to be spanked for being a tease.' Her head spun around and she looked scared, fuck that made his cock hard. 'Turn around Sarah, you are going to be spanked 5 times, and you are going to count them out for me and say thank you Sir. Do you understand?' There was no reply but he could hear her breathing heavily.
The sting of the first slap shook her to her core, she had so many thoughts running through her head before his strong hand came down on her arse, now all she could think about was the warming sensation spreading over her arse and how wet her pussy felt. 'What do you say you filthy little slut?'
Her voice was shaking as she replied, 'One'.
'No, you say one thank you Sir.'
