My wife called me on my cellphone at my desk. It was just before my last class, the one with Crissy in it. "Are you busy?" she asked.
"No, not right now," I said to her. "What's up?"
"I was just thinking about last week," she said in a little bit of a quiet voice. "Remember how you taught Crissy a lesson?"
The memory had hardly ever left my mind since that night. The images flashed before my eyes again as my cock stiffened and my heart beat faster. Her arms and legs tied securely, my hands around her throat, thick cock ramming her tight little pussy..... "Yes, I remember," I said, my voice scratchy from the dryness in my throat.
"She didn't learn her lesson. I think you're going to have to try again. I'm sorry she's such a problem, but do you mind helping?"
"Diana, I'm not sure that I..." That's all I got out before she cut me off.
"She just doesn't know how to behave properly. You'll have to punish her again. Don't be soft with her, she's not going to learn unless you give her some very firm discipline."
"I.... I'm not sure...." I said as a couple of students walked in and took their seats. Now I really felt uncomfortable. "Class is about to start. I've got to go."
"She's wearing one of those short little skirts. You know the kind she wears, the ones that make a man want to push her over a desk, pull up that skirt, and fuck her hard. She should find out what trouble a girl can get into when she dresses like such a slut."
The phone went dead. No goodbye. Nothing. Just an image that was left floating in my brain of fucking the barely 18 year old Crissy from behind right in my classroom with everyone watching.
Moments later, in walked Crissy. As her mom predicted, she was wearing a very short little skirt that clung to her beautiful ass. Ever since that night that I'd fucked her, she would do all she could to arouse me again. I tried not to look her direction as I taught, but inevitably I would. She would be staring at me, waiting for me to look her way, then she would slide a finger into her mouth, or lick her lips. The urge to walk over to her and shove my hard cock down her throat right in front of everyone was nearly irresistible. More than once, I lost my train of thought.
The worst moment was when class was nearly over. Crissy stood up to talk to her friend seated behind her and was leaning over the chair as she did. Her skirt climbed a little higher and I stared at her, wondering if it would go high enough to see if she was wearing panties today. Sure enough, it slid up a little further and I could see a thin little string running between her legs. She looked back over her shoulder at me, making sure that I was taking in the view that she was providing. My cock got hard thinking about how easy it would be to slide that little string aside and ram my cock inside that luscious little pussy.
Finally, class was over. I had made it through. After all the students left, including Crissy, I sat down to finish grading some papers. I always stayed late on Wednesdays, and it was about an hour later that I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I said. I didn't look up until I heard the door close.
There stood my wife, Diana. I stood up quickly to greet her, but found myself nearly speechless and not just because I was surprised to see her. She smiled and turned slowly around. I am always aroused by her luscious body, but this time, what really got my cock hard in an instant was the sight of her wearing the same outfit that had got Crissy into so much trouble last week.
My eyes went first to Diana's tits, nearly falling out from under the little half T-shirt with the word "TIGHT" stretched across it. Her tits are bigger than Crissy's, not by much, but enough to make the top - that was already too small for Crissy- stretch to it's limit. It barely covered her nipples which were clearly visible under the tiny shirt since she wore no bra.
My eyes went down a little further and took in the little plaid schoolgirl skirt that looked like it was made for a fourteen year old instead of a curvaceous woman. It wasn't even long enough to cover her completely. Part of her sexy round, bare ass was fully exposed below the bottom of the skirt and an image flashed into my head of shoving my cock inside her. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if anyone was still around and had seen her walk into the school like that, but it only made the animal passions inside me get even stronger.
She also wore very high, bright red heels that put her almost on her tiptoes and made her a little unsteady as she moved. Little ruffly socks completed the sexy schoolgirl outfit. For all the world, she looked like she had just stepped out of a porn movie.
Finally, my eyes went back up to her face to see her smiling with a mischievous smile. She walked over to my desk and put her hands behind her back. "I'm sorry if I distracted you in class today, Mr. Richards," she said. "I know my mom told me not to wear such slutty clothes, but.... well, I like how it looks on me! Don't you?" She turned around slowly again, giving me another good look at her in this hot outfit. It took me a moment, but I realized she was playing a game, pretending to be Crissy.
I was pretty much speechless. "What's the matter, do you think it's not appropriate for school? Maybe I need to write sentences for punishment?" she asked as she walked over to the chalkboard. She picked up a piece of chalk and started writing.
Reaching up toward the top of the board, she started writing. "I WILL NOT DRESS LIKE A SLUT IN CLASS." As she reached up, her top rode up even higher and her tits started to spill out underneath. She wrote that sentence three more times, her tits hanging out as she did. She saw me looking and smiled. "Oops!" she giggled and ran her hands over her tits giving them a squeeze. Then she turned back to the board and started writing again.
"I WILL NOT PINCH MY NIPPLES IN CLASS." She looked at me and pinched them again. "But it's so hard to resist," she said to me. "I don't think I can follow that rule." She pinched them again, closing her eyes as the feelings rushed over her.
The show wasn't over yet. She slid a hand behind her back, along her ass to the bottom of her little skirt and slid it up further to expose her bare pussy to my view. Diana leaned forward and started stroking her pussy with her finger as I watched. She looked back over her shoulder and looked at me as I watched her. "What sentences should I write now?" she asked. "'I WILL NOT TOUCH MY PUSSY AT SCHOOL?' Or, maybe it should be 'I WILL NOT MAKE THE TEACHER'S COCK HARD.'"
As she fingered her pussy, I opened a drawer and took out my pointer stick that I used in class. I walked over to her and lifted her skirt up in the back to fully expose her bare ass and pussy. She kept fingering herself, letting me watch her as she did. "Such a naughty little girl," I said to her then I gave her a hard crack across her ass with the stick. She let out a little cry and put a finger in her mouth, biting it as if she was in pain.
"Please don't whip me," she begged. "It hurts!"
I cracked her ass again, then three more times leaving five nice red marks across both her ass cheeks. The punishment really stimulated her and she rubbed her clit harder with each stroke that landed on her sexy ass.
When she realized I was done, she turned around to face me. Squatting down in front of me, she lewdly spread her legs open to expose her pussy and kept fingering herself as she pulled at my pants trying to open them. When she did, my hard cock stuck straight out at her.
She smiled and licked her lips. "I've been a bad girl today, haven't I Mr. Richards. It looks like I've broken all the rules," she said. "But please don't punish me anymore. It's not right to treat a student like this." Then came the part that put me past all control. "Especially not your little Crissy. You did such naughty things to me at home last week. Remember how you tied me to the bed and fucked me like a little slut?. You're nt going to treat me the same way at school, are you...... Daddy?"
The whole time she was talking, her mouth was only inches from my cock. When she finished talking, I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long hair in my hand. I pulled her head back making her look up into my eyes. "Please Daddy, not again," she said softly in a little girl voice. "Don't make me suck it again."
I was losing track of who it was in front of me. I pretty much knew it was Diana, but I could also imagine very easily that it was her slut daughter on her knees begging for mercy. Either way, I was ready to let my depraved desires run free. If it was my wife, then she was obviously not behaving like she should and I needed to show her what happens to a slut like that. If it was Crissy, then the little bitch didn't learn a thing last week and deserved another good hard fucking.
"Please, Daddy," I heard her saying as my mind again focused on the girl in front of me. "I'm a good girl, don't make me do it."
This was too much. I gave into my urges to pretend this was Crissy, and this 'good girl' was going to get to work on my cock, right now. I pulled her hair tighter then forced her head down until her mouth was filled with my rock hard cock. "Suck on it," I ordered her and she complied quickly.
She kept stroking her pussy with one hand as she worked on my cock with her mouth. Her moans started getting louder even with her mouth full of cock. I could tell she was working herself toward an orgasm. "Are you going to come for me, slut?" I asked her. She lifted her eyes up to look at me, looked in mine for a moment, then closed them again as it started to hit her. "Don't let go of that cock, understand?" I said to her and shoved it in her mouth a little farther.
