I looked at the crop on the coffee table and licked my lips. What must it be like to feel it strike my ass? It would hurt, sure, but it would also... buzz. A charge of energy sent deep into my oh too willing body to receive. A compulsion to do what the owner of that crop wanted. It had to be her. No man could make me obey. No other woman really. There was just something about her that made me want to obey. Maybe it was the fact that up until last week she had been my teacher. My favorite teacher in fact.
I always wanted to obey Ms. Brouder. She was young for a teacher, maybe ten years older than my own eighteen years. She was gorgeous with a lithe, gymnast's body. Her wavy brown hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. Round glasses made her stern librarian look complete. That's why I loved her. She was a boss.
Talk back? She would slap your desk with her crop with each sentence as she dressed you down in front of everyone. Bring something off limits into her classroom? You had to stand nose to chalk board as she slapped the crop against it, just over your head, every few minutes. Get detention? She would stalk around the room, smacking the palm of her leather gloved hand with her crop.
Not that I ever got to experience that. I'm too much of a wimp. Which is ironic. I don't look like a wimp. I go the gym, I lift weights. I'm jacked if I do say so myself. I just happen to be rather submissive. I like to do as I'm told. Especially for beautiful women like Ms. Brouder. Too bad she only thought of me as her student.
This had been a day of discoveries for Beverly Brouder. Edwin had always been her star student, one of her favorites due to his sweet nature and brilliant mind. Given the baggy clothes he always wore she assumed he was a little on the fat side. So she was shocked when he showed up to answer her ad for a pool boy over the summer. He was fucking gorgeous! Tight abs, broad chest, big powerful arms, he was her wet dreams made real. No, she couldn't think like that. He was a student. Barely legal. It was wrong.
All day she tried to avoid him as best as she could. It didn't work. Every so often she would sneak a glance. Stop it! Then he came in for his damn break. He saw that fucking crop on the table. His breathing became shallow and rapid. He was sweating. He had a boner! God, he had a fucking big boner! He was a sub! This was so unfair! She ran to her room, locked the door, and fingered herself.
I had done something wrong. I knew I had. Why else would Ms. Brouder be avoiding me the way she has. It had been two days of this torture. On the third day I paced around her living room, hoping to confront her about it. I gulped down the cup of tea she always left for me. Weird, why were there two today?
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Sleep. That's what she needed. She would tell Edwin she had a headache and had to sleep it off. Now where did she set her cup of extra strength sleepy tea? The coffee table! She'd better get it before Edwin got there. Stepping out of her room Beverly Brouder's heart stopped. Edwin lay on the couch, passed out.
"Fuck."
A quick check told her he was just fine. He would just be out for the rest of the day thanks to her tea.
"Can't let anyone see you like this."
Rushing around the room she drew all the curtains plunging the room into an atmospheric near darkness. She then turned and looked at her 'guest'. The silly boy was still wearing his trunks. All he was wearing was his trunks. Most of that damnable body that had teased her so much these last few days was there on full display. Her hands began to shake.
He would never know. Not if she acted now. It was only fair, right. For all the teasing. It was only fair. She walked up to the couch. His beautiful chest rose and fell in a peaceful motion. She wondered... she wondered what it must feel like. She placed her still shaking hand on it. It moved. She gasped as a wetness formed between her legs. She ran her fingers over him, feeling every inch that she could. Lord, he was perfection.
She didn't know why but she had to ride. Beverly kicked off her shoes and straddled Edward. She laid her head on his chest and rode it like a sick triceratops. It was then she felt it. Something stirred under her. It came from within his trunks. It was big. Temptingly big. She felt it play against her ass. She had to see it for herself.
Turning around slowly she slid the trunks down. Finally, the beast popped free. Oh and what a beast is was.
"You've really been holding out on me."
Fingers trembling once more she reached out to touch it.
I woke feeling refreshed but confused. When did I fall asleep? Where was I again? Why was my dick wet?
"About time."
I jumped off the couch and nearly out of my trunks hearing Mrs. Brauer's stern voice. She was standing behind the couch. She was holding the crop. My boner sprang to life. I casually, as I could, moved my hand in front of it.
"Mrs. Brauer..."
Smack! She struck the back of the couch.
"Quiet."
I immediately shut up and looked down at my feet.
"Is this what you do all day?"
I said nothing.
"Well?"
