The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. The story is much more on the "reluctance" side of the category as opposed to the "non-consent" side. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.
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Hi, my name is Jill. I'm 26 and have been a school marching band director for several years. This fall I began working at a new high school in the area and tried very hard to make the program successful from the start. The students were eager to learn and the community was very supportive. It seemed to be a great place to build a career.
What got me all hot and bothered though was my assistant director. He was a little older and more experienced than me but handsome, sweet, and easy to work with. As the assistant, he always acknowledged that I was the one in charge and he took orders from me without complaint. We became friends rather quickly but I think both of us wanted more. I would often catch him staring at my breasts during rehearsal or admiring my ass as I walked. He tried to be discreet about it...but a girl can tell.
Not that I minded though, because he always treated me like a lady in front of students and coworkers.
I have to admit, I am pretty hot. Rather short, but with long wild dark hair that went half way down my back, beautiful full breasts, and a curvy rear. I also loved wearing black-rimmed glasses, which my assistant said gave me the perfect "hot teacher" look.
Sometimes I like teasing him just to play with his mind. I'd sway my hips a little more whenever I walked by in a tight skirt. At staff events, I'd wear a silk button down top with no bra underneath so that my tits were clearly visible, and then shamelessly lean over so the top fell away and gave him a great view of my liberated breasts.
I enjoyed calling him pet names like "honey" or "muffin", and he absolutely loved it when I flirted with him.
It was all harmless fun in the beginning, but as the first several weeks went by, there was a sexual tension building between us that had steadily risen until we were one sensual touch away from sexual combustion.
During one of the evening practices, the two of us were standing high up on the very tall scaffolding that served as an outdoor podium overlooking the field. I was running rehearsal with my scores and charts on the railing in front of me. He was sitting behind me pretending to assist. In reality though, I knew he was fucking me in his mind, something he loved doing. I enjoyed the attention though and liked to tease him now and then. That's why I had worn my really short shorts today. They were black with white trim and hugged my curves nicely,. The bottom of the tiny shorts had a loose fit, however, so sitting behind me allowed him to see right up my shorts and catch a glimpse of my white satin panties that fit a lot tighter and tended to ride up my ass.
Today he was not only getting a good look, but I noticed that he had been holding his camera discretely between my legs and was taking pictures. I smiled to myself when I noticed.
"That naughty boy," I thought to myself.
Wanting to tease him, I spread my legs a little to give him a good angle to work with. He took picture after picture up my shorts, my panties riding up just enough to tease him with the curves of my bare ass showing.
Going through the rest of rehearsal knowing that he was taking pictures of me was really turning me on, especially since I had to pretend that nothing unusual was happening. When the rehearsal was over and everyone was leaving the field, I felt him move directly behind me and place his hands on my hips.
"Don't move," he said pressing his cock up against my ass.
"Oh!" I actually jumped a tiny bit as I yelped in surprise. Even through my shorts and his pants I could feel how hard he was.
Very hard.
It surprised me because we would flirt all the time but neither of us ever actually made a pass at the other. Plus, I was the one who was always in charge. It was the first time he had ever ordered me to do anything, and I found his assertiveness very exciting. I didn't dare move, breathing in nervous anticipation as we waited for everyone to leave. The wait seemed to take forever, and my mind raced with thoughts of what he was planning to do with me when we were alone.
Finally, the field cleared and he wasted no time asserting his male dominance over me by grabbing my hips and whipping me around to pull me closer. His lips gently brushed mine as I felt his hands on my round little ass, pulling my mound against his cock. My pussy tingled inside my panties as he held me assertively.
"Ohgod," I whispered to myself as we started making out. He was turning me on so much. Weeks of sexual tension had built up between us that was now about to be released.
"Honey," my voice trembled.
"Shhh," he whispered, sliding his hands into the waistband of my shorts and then my white satin panties, he grabbed my bare ass firmly. He was playing a game with my hormones, and my urge to resist was weakening.
As we kissed each other aggressively, he glided my shorts and panties over the curves of my rear, tucking the waistband under my ass cheeks as I felt the cool breeze on my naked rear. I sighed nervously as we kissed thinking to myself, "how far do I let him go?"
Before I could decide, he glided one hand around my hip and between my legs, keeping his other hand firmly on my ass. My inner voice was telling me to just go with it, so I put my arms around him and didn't resist as his gentle touch began to explore my most sensitive places.
"Um!" I jumped in mid-kiss as his soft hand made contact with my trembling pussy. His experienced hand quickly parted my labia and found my clitoris...my most sensitive spot, gently stroking it over and over in tiny circular motions until my world began to crumble.
"Honey..." I whimpered, struggling for every word, "please...don't do this to me..."
Mygod I was so turned on.
"Please, we're outside, someone will see us."
"Shhh," he whispered softly into my ear with his authoritative tone, "no one is around...we both know you want this Jill, and I'm going to give it to you."
"Ohgod..." my voice trembled and my entire body shivered. Just hearing his words made my pussy drench itself. For the first time, my assistant was telling ME what to do.
I didn't get time to think because he suddenly spun me back around facing away from him. Out of reflex, I grabbed the rail of the podium to brace myself for what was coming next.
"Now Jill, it's time for you to take orders from me. First you're going to take off your shirt," he commanded, giving my ass a hard slap. (SMACK)
"Oh!" I yelped at suddenly being spanked. I glared at him over my shoulder. The feminist in me resented being treated submissively, but I discovered it also REALLY turned me on to be ordered by my own assistant, so I did what I was told.
Crossing my arms at my waist I pulled my blue t-shirt off over my head and tossed it aside, my white satin bra perfectly holding my large firm breasts in place.
(SMACK)
"OH!!!" I yelped again as another slap came down hard on my ass.
"Now the bra."
I glanced back over my shoulder at him with a pleading look. He wasn't going to make me do this outdoors, was he?
(SMACK)
"OH!!!"
My hesitation had earned me another slap on my ass. It was so degrading being bent over and spanked out in the open. No one was around as far as I knew. Being outside though, high up on the podium, taking off my clothes, and having my ass spanked was such a huge turn on. It's something I would never have considered doing, and so being bent over and forced to do it was insanely hot.
(SMACK)
"Ow! Ow!! OW!!!" he pulled my long dark hair, forcing me upright as he spanked my ass again.
"Now Jill."
"Okay, okay!" I reached back and unhooked my bra, pulling the straps off my shoulders and covering my breasts with my arms as I tossed my bra to him. He loosened his grip on my hair, flinging it over my face and forcing me to bend over again. I had to let go of my breasts to grip the railing for balance. I whipped my hair back, shooting him a glare over my shoulder, my breasts now exposed to the world.
Continuing to strip me as if my body was his personal property, my assistant gripped the sides of my tiny shorts and pulled them down over the curves of my rear.
I whimpered in submission as I was being slowly robbed of my clothes one piece at a time. It was so unbelievably hot knowing that he was going to strip me completely and then fuck me exactly as he pleased.
"Oh!" I actually gasped as I felt my panties being taken, my bare ass cheeks spilling out of the satin fabric as he tugged them down my shapely legs in little short yanks.
My only protection was now gone.
"OH!" I yelped as I felt the sudden breeze on my naked pussy. Before I could protest he spanked me again, really hard this time.
(SMACK)
"OW!"
"Mygod, this ass is amazing, Jill," he said grabbing the cheeks of my rear between spankings.
(SMACK)
"OW!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," I said with undisguised sarcasm.
(SMACK)
"OW!"
"Immensely," he confirmed, "and you seem to be enjoying being disciplined as well."
(SMACK)
"OW!"
"Spread your legs wider Jill," he ordered without waiting for me to admit it.
My ass was stinging but my pussy was so wet from being told what to do. It was so hot. He was in charge, and here I was naked and spreading my legs for him as he spanked my ass.
(SMACK)
"OW!"
"Now bend over more."
I whimpered as I leaned onto the railing, my firm mounds giving in to gravity. For my petite size, I had very full breasts, and being forced to bend into this position caused them to hang beautifully like udders that needed to be milked.
I heard him moving behind me and waited nervously for what I knew was coming, every part of me completely exposed, ready for my assistant to take me.
When his hard cock brushed against my bare pussy, it caused me to jump in reflex.
