Punishment Fit for the Crime

Thanks to my friend, Erika, for our roleplays and the inspiration for this story.

And, I guess, it goes without saying that this is a work of fiction and total, utter filth.

It is full of degrading language, mother/daughter incest, sister/sister incest, and abuse of power from an authoritative figure.

So, if that's not for you, feel free to go elsewhere for your masturbatory needs.

Oh, and thanks to Elly for the feedback and corrections!

A quick intro to the players.

Mostly because I had really specific pictures in my head while writing:

Gabriel Rodriguez:

The Teacher, 37y/o, 5'9", 165lb. 7" dick. Picture whomever you like in this role, since I was picturing myself as I wrote.

Dawn Rohner:

The Mother, 40y/o, 5'6", 38D tits. Picture someone along the lines of Alix Lynx, one of my favorite "MILFs" performing in porn right now.

Kayla Rohner:

The Oldest Sister, 19y/o, 5'6", 36C tits. In my mind she looks exactly like pornstar, Stella Cox.

Erika Rohner:

The Youngest Sister, 18y/o, 5'3" 32B tits. And the facsimile of pornstar, Violet Starr.

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It was an odd sensation. The whole thing just gave me an odd sensation.

As I walked up the steps of the large house in the upper-middle class neighborhood I couldn't help but remember how only a few minutes ago I had been seething. Seething at having to come out here. Seething at having to do this on what would be my time off. And seething in general.

Why couldn't she just listen?

I said to myself.

Why did her bratty-ass make me go to Principal Martinez to recommend her expulsion?

And I didn't even expect her to agree!!!

But, for whatever reason, my anger had now subsided. Alas, it was too late now, and I had to go through with this.

As my finger pushed the doorbell, I could hear the chimes announcing my arrival to the people inside, and soon after the rustling sounds of people moving in the home before the door swung open. In front of me stood a statuesque blonde, made taller by the impossibly high heels she was wearing in her own home, for some reason. "Yes? How may I help you?

"Good afternoon, miss, my name is Gabriel Rodriguez. Am I in the Rohner home?" I asked, speaking faster than I usually do, suddenly nervous before this beautiful woman.

"It is, Mr. Rodriguez, but I don't know what you're doing here or how you got past the gate, we don't accept any solicitors," she said as she began to close the door.

"Oh, no, miss," I continued as I stopped her from closing the door, "I'm not here to sell anything. I'm Erika's homeroom teacher."

Giving me a quizzical look, I felt her eyes scanning me, trying to figure

something

out about me. Her gaze quickly looking over my shoulder as I, too, glanced behind me trying to figure out what she was looking for (turned out she wanted to see what kind of car I drove, of course).

"Very well, Mr. Rodriguez. Come in," she said, a tinge of suspicion in her voice. "I'll show you to the living room."

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As I sat there neither one of us spoke. Miss Rohner typed away at her phone as I stared ahead of me watching her do so. So, I decided to speak up, "Um... Miss Rohner? Are we..."

She lifted a finger to

shush

me and then glanced up, "Mrs., technically. I'm still married to that asshole, but it should be resolved in a few months."

"Mrs.... Rohner. I'm sorry, but can we speak? With Erika present, preferably?"

"Yes, yes, of course. She's the one I was texting. Telling her to come down." As she finished speaking, she uncrossed and crossed her legs in front of me. It wasn't anything lewd or overt like in

Basic Instinct,

but it did give me a peek up her legs, and I was able to see she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. This only got my imagination revving and I began to ponder whether they were hold-ups or if she wore a garter belt.

Is she wearing any panties?

I wonder if she's a bikini, booty-short or thong, lady?

Fuck, her tits are big!

I wonder how she holds them up?

Just as my thoughts were getting raunchy, I saw Erika bounce into the room followed by, whom I could only assume was, her sister. "Heya, Mr. Rodriguez!" she exclaimed cheerfully. Clearly, she had no idea I was there for her imminent expulsion.

"Hi, Erika," I responded somewhat curtly. "Kayla, right?" I asked pointing towards her sister remembering her from around school. She just nodded.

I stood to greet the girls and show some courteousness, suddenly very aware of the quickly forming erection in my pants, so I took a seat again.

"So, Mr. Rodriguez," began Mrs. Rohner, her two daughters seated on each side of her framing her matronly look, "what is this all about?"

I couldn't help but take in the sight before me. For whatever reason the school uniform skirts the girls were still wearing seemed to be riding much higher than they usually do at school. And Kayla had added thigh-high long socks to... keep her legs warm?

But why wouldn't she just put on pants, then,

I thought not really caring and more concerned about that thought than the one that

should

have been running through my head.

I couldn't get more distracted, so I shook my head quickly to clear my thoughts. "Well, Mrs. Rohner," I began. "Principal Martinez," I paused and looked towards Kayla, "Does Kayla need to be here?" I asked, interrupting my train of thought. "It's just that... nevermind. Like I was saying, Principal Martinez has asked me to come by to do this face to face. You see, Erika, here, has been expelled from school."

I let the words sink in. Really, I wanted someone else to speak. I could see the look of shock on the faces of the two girls along with their mother. So, to distract myself, my roaming eyes fell back on the two girls and older woman before me. Mrs. Rohner appeared to be wearing business attire, though, I couldn't be sure if she actually worked. Her pencil skirt only went down mid-thigh and her silky blouse, while very tight, seemed to allow very free movement of her breasts.

As I took in her appearance, I couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Rohner's skirt, while elegant, seemed a size smaller than it should have been and it clung provocatively to her hips. Her dark, forest green blouse seemed to want to burst at the buttons as it seemed everything wanted to spill out into the air. And just as I was about to turn my attention to the girls' attire...

"But Mr. Rodriguez, why???" exclaimed Erika.

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As the three of them sat there with stunned looks on their faces, Mrs. Rohner spoke up after her daughter, "Mr. Rodriguez, certainly there is something that can be done about this?" she asked as she motioned her daughter, Kayla, towards her purse.

A wave of embarrassment and offense suddenly hit me at the thought of being bribed to keep her daughter in school. The original anger, the one that inspired my initial recommendation for expulsion, was creeping its ugly head again. So, I raised my hand sternly to stop Kayla in her tracks as she was about to get up to get her mother's purse and I said, "Listen, MRS. Rohner, Erika is, to put it bluntly, a

fucking

brat." I put the emphasis on the word "fucking" to create the shock that I felt the situation needed.

"MR. Rodrig..." Mrs. Rohner began to object before I cut her off by speaking even louder.

"Your brat does NOT listen. Your brat does NOT have respect for authority. Your brat has been caught cheating on exams multiple times. And most recently your brat was caught smoking weed in the girls' locker room while, it appeared, she masturbated out in the open," I exclaimed. "And NOW, it would seem, that you would attempt to bribe me to have this go away, which shines a light as to where she may have learned this type of behavior."

"MR. RODRIGUEZ! I HAVE NEV..."

"Moreover, DAWN," I knew her first name from the PTA address book and as my anger grew the less respect I wanted to show her, "the only other people that CAN bribe their way out of situations like these are the ones that have enough money to have a building named after them on campus. So please, spare yourself the humiliation and me the awkwardness."

The air was thick with tension after my rant. I could see both Kayla and Erika squirming next to their mother as Dawn Rohner's fists tightened and trembled with rage, despair, sadness, confusion, and embarrassment.

As Dawn's, Mrs. Rohner's fists unclenched and I saw her try to release the tension, I saw her begin to smooth out her skirt with her hands and she cleared her throat, she spoke softly, "Mr. Rodriguez, please. There is no need to raise your voice like that. But, truly, please consider it, is there anything that can be done to resolve this situation short of an expulsion?" Her calm demeanor didn't seem to have had the desired effect on her as her breathing was heavy and labored.

Well, shit.

With her labored breathing I couldn't help but notice the tightness of her blouse again as it struggled to contain her swelling breasts and I couldn't help but lick my lips as dirty thoughts raced across my mind.

At first it seemed like nobody had noticed and I was content with allowing the silence to hang in the air but then Erika spoke up, the look on her face had changed from panic to mischievousness and I suddenly felt her gaze scan me from head to toe, "Mr. Rodriguez, come on! There has to be SOMETHING that we can do. ANYTHING." She had put special emphasis on "something" and "anything"; and as she finished speaking, I could see her begin to shuffle and readjust herself on the couch and stared straight into my eyes. As she did, she deliberately spread her legs showing me an unobstructed view of her crotch before bringing her legs back together.

Her mother and sister looked at her, her grin evident but not precisely obvious in its meaning so her mother, seemingly without knowing said, "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, we'll do anything."

"Anything? Really, Mrs. Rohner?" I asked incredulously, reverting back to her formal title to show my willingness to discuss.

Having presented her with a glimmer of hope Dawn Rohner smiled and continued, "Why, yes, of course. ANYTHING!"

Erika's grin had now turned into a full-on Cheshire smile and she scooted back on her seat and pulled her knees up to her chest. But instead of keeping them together she kept them apart now giving me an unobstructed view of her panty covered pussy. I could feel my drool pooling on the inside of my mouth as I forced my gaze away from what appeared to be the prettiest, most perfect kitty I'd ever seen in my life and looked straight into Mrs. Rohner's eyes.

"Mrs. Rohner, there is virtually nothing you can do, really, to remedy this situation. The paperwork was submitted just as Principal Martinez left the school and it'll most likely be one of the first things she'll do when she gets back into her office on Monday morning," I said unable to stop the slight curl on the corner of my lip. "So, again, there's virtually nothing that can be done now."

As Mrs. Rohner looked back and forth trying to think of something to do, Erika caught my eye again as she put one of her hands in front of her mouth in the shape of a 'V' and stuck her tongue out. Unable to help myself I shifted in my seat trying to readjust my now almost fully erect dick without making it obvious.

Suddenly and without warning, Erika put her bare feet back on the floor and scooted forward to be at eye-sight with her mom and said, "Mommy..."

Did she really call her mother 'mommy'?

"Seeing how I've been really bad," she continued looking at me from her periphery, "maybe Mr. Rodriguez can teach me a lesson?"

A lesson?

What the fuck is she talking about?

"Erika! What on god's green earth are you talking about? What possible lesson could Mr. Rodriguez teach you that will keep the school from kicking you out?" Mrs. Rohner seemed frustrated at her daughter.

Before Erika could answer she jumped off of the sofa and started walking towards me. A vivid idea forming in my head as to what she was thinking so I decided to go with the flow. "Well, mommy, he could teach me naughty-girl lessons," she said as she turned towards her mother and slowly sat herself on my lap.

"ERIKA!" her mother exclaimed, surprised at her daughter's behavior and lack of taking the situation seriously. "What on earth!?!

As the situation unfolded and Mrs. Rohner seemed to be getting even more flustered, Kayla began to giggle next to her mother as she leaned back on the sofa and pulled her knees up to her chest. Unlike her sister she was wearing low-top Converse with her long socks and, to my surprise, as she spread her knees, no underwear, exposing her perfectly bald pussy to both her sister and me!

"Well, mommy," Erika continued as I took her cue and wrapped one of my arms around her tiny waist, "I've been a very naughty girl and I think that if Mr. Rodriguez has a chance to properly punish me, he can let Principal Martinez know that I've actually learned my lesson this time and rescind the expulsion." Taking a half-glance over her shoulder Erika glanced into my eyes again, her smirk never leaving her face, "Isn't that right, Mr. Rodriguez?"

When Erika finished saying this, I yanked her down and bent her over my knee causing her to yelp out in surprise along with her mother, whose face shifted from confusion to surprise to anger and back to confusion.

"If I can be completely candid, Mrs. Rohner, Erika is not wrong," I said looking at her straight in the eyes as my left hand began to slide up and down Erika's bare legs.

With the surge of emotions making their way through Mrs. Rohner, her voice caught in her throat as she asked, "Sh-Sh-She's not?"

"Not at all," I quickly replied. "I think Erika, here," I continued as my hand reached the top of her legs where they quickly turned into her tight, round ass, "could greatly benefit from corporal discipline. It might just be what gets her to listen." As I finished my sentence, I flicked her skirt over her ass exposing her bare cheeks, revealing that she had been wearing a thong, and it was now only Mrs. Rohner who gasped in surprise and confusion.

"Ih-It will?" Mrs. Rohner's hand instinctively went to her chest as she asked the breathy question pushing her tit-flesh even tighter against her blouse.

"I think so, yes," I said looking her straight in the eye as my left hand went up and came down suddenly, and without warning, striking Erika's bare flesh.

Smack!

Erika whimpered at this as Mrs. Rohner yelped, "Mr. Rodriguez!" and Kayla now giggled in her corner of the sofa, her right hand having now found its way to her bare sex and beginning to rub it, spreading her wetness all over.

Ignoring Mrs. Rohner, I lifted my left hand again, and again I brought it down on Erika's naked ass, this time harder than before leaving a bright, red hand print her on ass-cheeks.

Smack!!

"Is this working, Erika?" I asked her rhetorically.

"I-I-I th-think so, Mr. R.," she replied squirming under me, "but I think some repetition might drive the point home."

Smiling down at her I brought down an even harder third spank.

Smack!!!

The power of this third strike made Erika yelp out like a surprised puppy while Mrs. Rohner jumped in her seat, "Oh, my!" Shifting around she began to feel and look around her surroundings trying to anchor her mind and make sense of what was happening in her home right in front of her; and as her eyes fell on her other daughter, Kayla, she was confronted by another, just as startling, sight.

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Kayla revelled in the scene. She had pulled her knees up to her chest exposing her bare pussy to anyone who wanted to see and while at first she just rubbed and spread her wetness all over she had now progressed to unbuttoning her school uniform shirt all the way down to her navel and had inserted two tiny, slick fingers into her sopping twat.

Mrs. Rohner's gaze fell on her oldest daughter, she exclaimed, "Kayla! What the f... fuck are you doing?"

"Enjoying the show, mom!" she exclaimed as another

smack

came from our direction. "Isn't it fucking hot how Mr. R. is punishing Erika?"

Gathering some of her wits and turning to look and both scenes Mrs. Rohner answered, "No, it's-it's... No, this is so wrong! Mr. Rodriguez shouldn't be doing that with an 18-year-old student! Let alone in front of her family!"

Adding a third finger to her masturbation session, Kayla told her mother, "Yeah, but weren't YOU the one that told him we'd do ANYTHING to keep Erika in school?" She capped her question with a long moan.

After the fourth spank...

SMACK!!!

I decided to stop there, not wanting to injure the girl and I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Remove your thong, Erika. Daddy wants access to that tight, little cunt." Shivering and without hesitation or pushback she lifted her ass off of my lap and slid her soaking thong off of her tiny body and settled over my lap again.

My hands started to explore her tight, round ass and I began to spread her cheeks and massage her pretty, swollen kitty as she began to speak to her mother, "Yeah, mommy. I think this falls into the

ANYTHING

category, don't you?" Erika moaned as one of my large fingers penetrated her tiny, tight pussy-hole. "Besides, this is WAAAAAAAY more likely to make me remember and learn my lessons, don't you think?" she added quivering.

Quickly reaching her breaking point Mrs. Rohner shifted her gaze from her 18-year-old Erika over to her 19-year-old Kayla and finally burst, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"

Letting out a laugh, Kayla replied, "We're putting education first, mom," as she took her mother's face in her hands and forced her lips to hers kissing her passionately.

Mrs. Rohner was lost in the forceful tenderness of her own daughter's kiss before the reality of it hit her and she pulled back, "Kayla! What's come over you?"

"Oh, please, isn't it obvious by now?" Kayla asked her mother, turning towards her giving her a completely unobstructed view of her fingering herself. "Erika was over there getting spanked like a 'naughty little girl' and is now getting finger-fucked by our homeroom teacher while I'm getting off over here to the hotness of it all. And all this to keep that slut in school!"

Mrs. Rohner stared blankly at her daughter, processing what she'd just said.

"JESUS, MOM, YOU'RE FUCKING DENSE! IF WE FUCK HIM, SHE CAN STAY IN SCHOOL!" Kayla yelled frustrated at her mother while simultaneously cumming all over her fingers.

As Erika squirmed and giggled over my lap at my ministrations Kayla got up from her spot on the sofa and wobbled over to where I was finger-blasting her sister and this time she took a fistful of her hair to stand her up effectively stopping me from what I was doing.

"Just get up, you fuck up! You don't get his cock before I do, especially since YOU'RE the one in trouble," Kayla growled at her sister. "Now get over to mom and make sure you take really good care of her pussy. I'm getting fucked right now."

Without hesitation or preamble Kayla undid my pants and took hold of my cock, rubbing it the length of her slit, lubricating my head and shaft with her pussy juices. Smiling down at me she said, "This is going to be VERY yummy," before biting her lip and plunging my dick into her depths.

As the warmth of her vagina engulfed my engorged teacher-cock I couldn't help but let out a long, loud groan. Her tightness felt like a vice around my pulsating dick, but before I could bottom out, I could feel the resistance of her cervix against the head of my cock.