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I had called my favorite fantasy parlor and made arrangements for my visit. The parlor has different specialty rooms. Each designed for role-play of a persons choosing. I requested the 'CLASSROOM' suite so that when I arrived I would be led right to the 'CLASSROOM'. I also requested a "young female student" dressed in school clothes. The female was to be over 18, but she could have the look of someone younger I really didn't mind.
I had on my best rendition of a teaching outfit: navy corduroys, a white shirt, a wide black leather belt, and a tan corduroy jacket with patches on the sleeves. There was a blackboard, teacher's desk and chair, and then several student desks in the room. On the desk were several thick wooden rulers, a few books, a writing pad and pencils and pens.
Most importantly there was a beautiful female student sitting at her desk, waiting for my instruction.
Upon entering the room, I took up a piece of white chalk and wrote in large block letters on the blackboard, "MR. SEVERESON."
"Miss Garner, would you please turn your book to page 31, and recite the first poem on that page."
"Yes sir."
Miss. Garner had her book, turned to the right page, but fatally failed to stand during her recitation.
"Miss Garner, would you agree this is a classroom of instruction?"
"Yes sir."
"Miss Garner, would you further agree that I am entitled your utmost respect during such recitations?"
"Yes sir."
"Then, Miss Garner, please explain to me why you failed to stand during your lukewarm, at best, recitation."
The young female student in her haste to correct her error by immediately standing actually knocked all her schoolbooks to the floor when she stood up.
She was wearing white knee socks, white shoes, a short pleated plaid skirt, and a tight red sweater buttoned down the front. She had moderate-sized breasts. Her blond hair was in pigtails with a little red bow around each one.
"Now you throw school property unto the floor as if it is nothing. Turn around and face the back of the room, bend over at the waist and pick up those books, NOW!"
"Stay bent over until I tell you to stand up."
Lovely! She bent over and her little skirt did not cover her bottom. She was wearing cotton panties with little pictures of some sort patterned over them. She had nice slender legs, and a cute round bottom.
While I leered at her bottom, I stroked my cock through my cords, and massaged my balls as well.
"Stand up straight, and pull your sweater back down, smooth your hair, you are all a mess and read the poem again."
I continued quietly stroking my cock through my cords. I was getting a major rise watching this "girl."
"Is that it? You have no more emotion to put into this poem? This is a tragic poem; it should be read with feeling, trembling even. Come here, I may have to teach you how to tremble properly when you recite such dramatic pieces."
"No not in front of my desk, come behind the desk and walk to me. Put your hands out straight."
WHACK
WHACK
I snapped the wooden ruler over her stretched out hands two times, with full force.
"OUCH." She complained. This was not good for her.
"You are not in any position to complain young lady. For that I will have to administer more punishment. Unbutton your sweater; take off that bra off, You are not to say a word, ever."
She did as told. I reached to her and twisted her small buds until they turned rather red. I pulled her nipples away from her breast, and let then snap back in place. I pulled and pushed her tits one way, then another. She winced, but she remained silent. Feeling somewhat badly for her, I put my mouth on her titties to cool the redness away. I licked and sucked her buds completely. I was sure she appreciated the comfort.
My dick was pressing against my cords causing me some discomfort. I unzipped my pants to give my growing cock more room to grow.
"Now, Miss, try reciting this poem again with some feeling and appreciation for the tragedy in it."
Her recitation was pitiful. I had had enough of her. She wasn't even trying to read it properly. Such insolence. She obviously needed to be chastised further.
"That WAS horrible, and YOU KNOW IT. Put yourself over my lap."
I turned my chair to the side; it did not have any side arms to interfere with a good lap spanking. I pulled my raging cock out of my pants and brusquely flipped her down over my cock.
I lifted her skirt, and pulled down her little panties. I ground my dick into her belly hard and moved her back and forth over my cock. I was met with a lovely round tanned bottom. With an open hand, I landed one her ass heavily.
WHACK!!
WHACK!!!!
And even harder was the third spanking.
WHACK!!!!
He pussy and tummy were alternately grinding into my raging cock. I was not confident this was a good enough lesson for her and felt she needed some more punishment.
"Stand up, drop those little panties to the floor. You can leave your knee socks and shoes on. Just remove your panties. Step out of them. I will put them in my pocket for now. Lie down over my lap; open your legs around my cock this time. Lie down, and squeeze my cock between your legs. Tighter!!"
My cock head was between her tightly closed legs, I would be careful not to hit my own cock. But this way I could stroke my cock head while I paddled her good and hard. I decided to use a paddle that was kept in the drawer of the teacher desk on her bottom.
SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK.
Five times in a row without stopping. I rubbed my cock head. It was covered with pre-cum. Again she was going to get spanked. Twenty-five times now without a break.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK'
Her ass was bouncing nicely over my cock with each spank and she was starting to squeal and cover her ever reddening bottom with her hands. I had only given her ten spanks and grabbed her hands to keep them still while I administered 15 more and then I figured because she was trying to avoid the paddle she should get an extra ten or so more.
There was a nice imprint of the paddle on her little ass. Her ass was barely larger than the paddle.
Her ass was growing very red and was hot to the touch. I decided I should lick it for awhile to cool her bottom.
"Stand up and bend over my desk."
She stood up, hanging her head like the bad little school girl she was and rubbed her little red spanked ass.
"Please sir I learned my lesson, don't spank me anymore." She pleaded.
I rolled my chair to her, and bent down to her and started licking her scarlet bottom. I could not resist reaching around her and playing with her little titties as well. Then I slipped my hand down to her little pussy and felt the wetness leaking onto my hand.
By now my cock was throbbing and something had to be done about that. I spit into my hand to supply me with some lube for her cunt. I swirled it around her cunt, and folded some of it into her hole.
I stroked my own cock, and smeared my pre-cum around my crown to ensure the best possible lubricated entry.
With my fist around my cock, I placed my fat crown at her opening. I ignored her gasps, but I very gently pushed just my crown inside her.
But she did the unforgivable. She pulled away from me, disconnecting my cock from her cunt. I grabbed my belt from pants, and whipped her plenty.
LASH!!
LASH! LASH!! LASH!!!
LAAAASSSSHH!!!!
Her knees were visibly trembling. Her pussy was soaking wet and I pushed her head down on the teacher's desk to give her a good pounding from behind.
This time, I did not gently push it in, but rather, mounted her hastily, and with one plunge was up to my fat balls in her sweet little pussy. I grabbed her by her slender hips and fucked her so hard her feet were almost off the floor.
I fucked her hard and she pushed her ass back too meet my cock with every stroke.
My cum was about to explode in her. I pummeled her more, and let myself flood her dams.
My body shook in convulsions. It was one of my better ejaculations that I had had recently. I stayed inside her for a few moments after I came. Then I withdrew myself.
"Now, Miss, stand up, and recite the poem PERFECTLY, otherwise I think you know what will happen."
There's nothing like good poetry, or a good student, but together they can be a great climax.
She stood up and recited the poem PERFECTLY.
There was a knock on the door; I knew then that "class" was over.
The end
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